these winds and those clouds,
they whisper to me your name.
softly, wistfully, over and over again.
it comes, at times, floating on gentle breezes,
bestowing the stray leaves in my garden with the gift of merry flight
making all my desolate flowers dance with pure delight
making my garden grow, grow, and grow.
it comes, at times, with raging hurricanes too,
damning the trees of my garden with the curse of death
ripping them out by their roots, and all my flowers too
until in my sweet little garden there is nothing left
oh beloved, why do you test me so?
why do you kill the flowers in my garden,
and why do you help them grow?
why does your name follow me everywhere i go?
the clouds in my sky, when they're soft and hazy,
they write your name across the horizon for me
so that it's you i behold, as far as my eyes can see.
you, in all your beautiful, unmatchable, glory.
the clouds in my sky, when they're dark and stormy,
they gather together to rage out your name,
and every single thunder echoes deep inside me,
and try as i might, thoughts of you are all i can be.
oh beloved, why do you test me so?
make my sky a nightmare of the most terrifying kind
and then show me how every storm is followed by a rainbow.
why does your name follow me everywhere i go?
do you feel these tumultuous winds
and do you see those everchanging clouds?
they come to me, talk to me, whisper to me your name.
softly, wistfully, over and over again.
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CARPE OMNIA | POETRY
PuisiIn the cold night, under the warm honey glow of a lonely lamp post, I silently search for you. I wait.
