THE WIND CAME CALLING

The wind came knocking at my door

Howling like a deer shot at its most

Beautiful.

Open the door she said

Catch me as I come

Lift me as you wish

You will see the power of me

The wrath that delves in me

The stones I pick

The boulders I turn

The roots I take

The seeds I scatter

You will see me as me

The twists I make

The fear that I cause

You will see me for who I am

The dervish whirl in you

The homes I break

The rivers I pain

The paths I create

You will see me for me

You will see me for who I am

The heat in you

The vice in you

The grave in you

You will see me for me

And me in you

Open the door                       

I knock as I see

You in me

And me in you

Open the door

Lift me

And I will

Leave you

I will let you be.

© Parveen.S.Khan