The Eastern Winds

There's a wind that roars upon the northern shore
That we all know well for its massive size
It's the only thing that cries with ease
This Eastern breeze that frees my eyes
The sand is on good terms with the wind, you know
For the sand guides him on where to go
It slides a path of transfixed light, and soars the roar
With Eastern flight, and carries on until the night
When at that time, the wind lays break, the sand may breathe
The sand may take his cautious stance, and with a glance
Out of exhaustion from his dance
With Eastern breeze, it lies to peace
The ocean, cousin, tutor, law
Is pleased with wind, the sand it saw
Has lain with help from helped in dawn
So all that's left is left to shaw
This leftern wind that blows to west
For East knows nothing more the best
Shall call his laughter and his song,
And make it her's, abrubtly long
The blue and blackening Eastern wind, has mind to set
His mind to mend
His dreams of West have held him sour
O yet had closed it by the hour
His lucid wonderment is dour, swollen with his sandy power
Ocean closely gives advice, of what is right, which will suffice
The ocean carries sand away, the Eastern wind shall bade goodbye
But only for this Eastern day, for in the west, to meet again
The Eastern wind could meet him, may
As left to right at this moment, the raging son will set
The ground he met as if a ton, but no regret, as it had done
For ages long before the ocean, long into its rising motion
Never to not set again, just as the day as it begun
Shedding off his angry tones, to all the sand on Eastern shores
The ocean, however, would stop this act, and Eastern breeze
Would too react, and help with that, and that's a fact
Just as the day they made a pact to do this til the moon is red
To do until the sun is dead, to do until the oceans bled,
To do this until the Eastern Wind was Northern Mourning
The clouds had fleed, the skys adourning, the mountains quaked
and rivers topped, the fish had starved and deer had flopped
The words had tired and fingers stopped, the heavens shone no more.



Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2007-10-20 at 06:32

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Lea Foverskov
wow, what a breathtaking and beautiful piece on the beauties, wonders and workings of nature. a great delight to read, with its flow and rhymes. it reminds me of Tolkien.

-Lea
2007-10-20