The Wind

The air was clear and placid in the morning

The leaves were still napping on the boughs

That lull was hypnotizing for the will

As time had decided to stand still

The calm had granted quietness to my mind

To my senses gave a languid peace

The muse was silent, her song no longer near

In deep slumber was the earthly sphere

In all that calm my heart was quite content

My thoughts followed paths devoid of aim

Meadows were covered with a soothing green

Mountain peaks ahead were barely seen

Is it life this still and morbid lull

When body and spirit lethargy allures?

Is it living when our soul won’t even cry

The heartbeat marks time that’s passing by?

A gust of wind dispersed those gloomy thoughts

A wind with the force of hurricane

The sea could feel its power with a roar

High waves kept on battering the shore

My face became pale from dreadful fright

Its chilling power gripped my quivering heart,

My soul to this commotion remained blind

Neither anchor nor refuge could ever find

Calm has returned as a dear friend

It’s not the torpid calm of yesteryear

It keeps on seeking me, seduces still

But it’s alive and feeds intent and will

Order now controls the universe

To order my mind again is bent

The muse is back and beckons to the dance

I join in her embrace, caught in her trance