Raven's cradle

Don't be afraid my little raven, do your best;
It's just the wind and thunder that shake our nest.

They scare the weak, you must be strong,
Remember, the disaster will last for long.

Do not be frightened by the western star,
That illuminates my sacred scars.
They are just the shadows of the past,
That tease the disaster's lust.

By the western wind the twigs are torn
My feathering seems to be by disaster shorn.

My time will come, you'll be alone,
But see, if you are strong,
You will not hear the thunderstorm,
Nor the wind blow its horn.

My child, You shall see them course,
You shall hear them whisper the name of yours.

Don't be afraid my little raven, do your best;
It's just the wind and thunder that shake our nest.

Ignorance in the Sky

Oh, dear,

Firefly, firefly,

Against the midnight sky

Please tell me how, and tell me why

Does the sweet, sad wind so mournfully sigh?

Please tell me how, and tell me why

The clouds just hang and cry?

Quick, firefly fly...


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A Breeze

If I were able to toss and and swirl
about above the meninscus of the ocean;
I would love to be a dizzy little thing!
I would swoop and dip in and out again
over the tiny hollows of each little wave
till I whooshed up around and
riled up the sand with eddies at your feet
dropping the grains of glass pebbles like
a fluttering gift; dying down a little,
I would wrap my self around
your calves then climb up
and twine a track between, over, under
and through investigating every part of you
closely brushing and twisting around your torso
and winding by the nape of your neck
whispering gently as I hung about your lobes
lapping into your ears stories of where I've been
to look in hopes to find another half of me
and the winding twisting ease of which
life I find is, as a breeze I would trace across
your lips and and tickle you there gently
caressing and licking at the salt above.
I would dance around and invigorate
your body and travel all through your viens
and enter your mind where I would trace
a million thoughts of you so fine again.
I would plant a seed of hope and gently
water you in and say listen
to that whisper on the wind
calling you, that is your love searching
listen, let the wine of love breathe
and smell the sweet musky scent
as I leave and trace around you again.
in hoding every trace of you in my memory
making invisible shaped yous
as I travel back to sea and quitely
dance around waiting for you to breathe
the breath of love into me
through a little tiny breeze.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

its a draft but here it is none the less! hope you enjoy! :)

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I step outside from the warmth in my home. And the wind hits me like a car going indescribably fast, then crashes into my body. And then the cold hits me like a lightning bolt. So cold. So windy. It whisks me through the air, so fast. Although you can't see it, I imagine it has a face.

So I step back inside my house, into the crisp warmth. Away from the wind. away from the cold. Although it will be back again.

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Black Fan

breeze on sole. peel apart. remember
the way
the way he starred and sank through me


alone again
i feel the pulse
in my stomach
and a tear insanity rises and flows
the fear boils and bubbles like a cauldron of anguish
that wont end. burns forever
close them tight
see reflected light. images of curtains
downward stripes
take me away from the fright that is my mind
no more hurt
seek the truth the now the light
the past is no more
yet i want it to be a source of happy memories
not a twisting knife
do i forget?
must i?
the curtain opens
the black night seems cold
yet endless possibilities exist beyond
the glass
breeze inhale

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Hi guys! I'm totally new to this, so if you are reading this, feel free to comment on it or any of my other posts. Thanks! :)

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Ich freue
in der

Wie es


Catch zu
ein blatt
eine fahrt
mit mir. 

(c) copyright heather burns

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Ich freue fur gelassenheit in der wind.

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Wind Of Death


When I was a child

A wind gusted strong and wild


It smelt of death and

A change was in its breath


I wanted it to go away

And all it did was stay


I died a little inside

Having no one to confide


Buried it fast and deep

Not stopping to weep


But listen to that sound

Nothing like it can be found


That strange wind

Is picking up again


But where it blows

Well, only god knows


And I’m running to hide

Because there’s no one to confide


I don’t want to feel that way

The death I felt inside that day



Written on

October 16, 2006

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I dont really remember what this poem was about but I do know its true.

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un fuerte vinto barriendo

a traves del paisaje una vez mas

caer al suels. 

(c) copyright heather burns

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په اړوند

د ځانونو وقفولو ستاينه / افضل shauq زه قلم زما او

زما خوبونه ليدل خبرې
زما نه شم ويلای لرم ما ته
د باد
په زړه د باد ورځ ده. جارو

و خوب ښايي زه
او يا دوه، زما
ته كښې
د هغوی پو ته
زما د باد خوبونه ليدل.

تحمل ته زما زړه مې د باد

د يو balmy ښايي
دا د اور او
چپه نيوي ستاسو مې

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I bear my heart to the wind, on a wind swept day.

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