A Hollow Wind

Dreaming is not enough,

wishing takes heartbeats

to deep ocean,

I can touch sunlight in the wind

if only I could shift the longing

making each color of the breeze

my own, my soul

my reason

to go on.

***

What if this wind forgot me,

how can I tell the echo,

whispers surround me,

they tell stories,

do they remember

my own heart,

still loving,

still believing

that nothing comes undone

until it’s time

to fly?

***

I want, I ask,

I dare the waves

for one embrace.

Can I go on sailing apart

from heartbreak

and deceit,

am I the one who talked to dawn,

had tea with storms

and tamed

this hollow night?

***

© 2022 Amy Christie

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Originally published on Simily