Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Taken by the wind

In a dream I had
under a light
you stood so small
your arms open wide
like the beautiful blooms
of a flower
I once was
I reach out
and suddenly
a gust of wind

I am falling
separating from myself
into a thousand little pieces
blown away like blooms now fallen
I wake in frantic cry
Holding on to myself
wondering who am I 


  1. Perhaps we can all identify with the thoughts contained within :) I love this :)

  2. You write beautifully, giving an appreciated sense of importance to each word & phrase. Looking forward to reading more ...Clara