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Becoming the Wind

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In the field where I remain
          The field of ancient dreams
                   Grass and earth each take their part
                                                      In playing on the wind

                              Stand between the dark tall trees
                    Listen to their whispers
                     Feel the wind supporting me
                                 Feel the wind encircle

      Hold the black spirit of wind
                          Hold it in my two hands
                            Feel its life pulsing fiercely
                                             Feel its beady glances

                                           The whispers of the wise trees
                                                    Speaking in their cryptic tongue
                                       Speaking of ages past
                        Come and long since forgotten

                          Their whispers float on wind
 Around the ghosts behind me
              In corners of my eyes
                        They melt like ice in warm rain
                                   Raise their arms in the wind

These are not tears on my face
                         Stained streaks left by the rain
                                      Like streaks left on the window
                                                      The wind has blown them dry
 
                                                                            Stand tiptoe barefoot on earth
                                                             Clothed in the wind’s feathers

                                      Let the wind blow through my hair
                                                           Close my eyes to shadow

                                                                         Feel the wind erasing me


                                                                                 Feel myself becoming the wind
I was saving this for the first day of fall, because to me this is a fall piece. This poem is actually predates a lot of the poems I've posted so far. A very early piece from my college days. I haven't changed it since then, although I'm sure there is room for improvement. It was the first piece anyone outside of my family really liked, so it feels very special to me. My professor pulled me aside and said "I think you've got something here." and I decided then to make poetry one of my focuses in college. I will probably never change it.
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