By Linda Imbler
The Colour Of Wind’s Song
I must go with the wind’s song.
My feet bearing glad witness
to your many creeds.
Inside a maddening maze,
as day is done,
I follow the words on each page
that tell me how to sculpt my dreams.
Long standing upon stone,
upon hearts, jubilant,
upon the sky that is deep, dark blue,
upon vibrant moonshine
where all is amber and red,
I go to hear the colours
and feel exhilaration.
How Do I Dream?
I gazed with wonder and delight
as the fall of monsters shook the Earth,
and effervescent spirits
became balanced between nowhere and now.
I forgave the winds,
and the Undines,
those elemental beings of water,
those paper tigers.
I walked through a door
of many colours.
Its soft archway still and grand,
and saw novel birds atop golden branches.
I saw a fly within its webbed cell.
On the ground, lay hatched fragile shells
but, no hatchlings were near.
A silent coil of that forgiven wind
lifted my hair ever so gently.
A clear horn blew from atop a shut temple,
and all the caves began to sing.
Within the heart of their song,
they said to me,
“Carry all the love you have collected,
and spread it on the fields of tomorrow.”
And, I slept within a sparrow’s nest
as the night light died,
and all heavenly visions were seen,
I, me, mine.
Within The Din
His soul heard no welcome,
It seemed he heard sweet singing.
The hope that he was right
stayed his sorrow.
His bedimmed dreams
came as angels.
As death became his friend,
he saw his own grace,
and all of sweet peace
wailed for him.
And within the din, welcome showed its hand.
Linda Imbler is the author of four poetry collections published at Amazon. Soma Publishing published two of her poetry books and one poetry-short fiction hybrid. She began writing in earnest five years ago. In addition to putting pen and paper to inventive use, Linda is an avid reader. This writer, yoga practitioner, and classical guitar player lives in Wichita, Kansas with her husband, Mike the Luthier, several quite intelligent saltwater fish, and an ever-growing family of gorgeous guitars. She’s been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and several Best of the Net awards. Learn more at lindaspoetryblog.blogspot.com.
PLEASE NOTE: ARTICLES CAN ONLY BE REPRODUCED IN OTHER SITES WITH DUE ACKNOWLEDGEMENT TO BORDERLESS JOURNAL
One reply on “The Colour of Wind’s Song”
Have observed just the fleeting hint of a mystic in you, and this is now your soul on unabashed display! Wonderful expression. Congratulations on letting out your own ‘New Normal’!
LikeLiked by 1 person