Enchanted
And now, this wind.
It shudders
The house,
Whistles
At windows,
Demanding
To be let in.
Insistent, this wind,
Totally
Unlike rain.
Rain is passive;
Inhabits
A geography
Of dark silences,
Haunted
And poignant.
And that's why
I’m disappointed—
I wanted to share
This week’s slow fall of rain
With you,
The misty territories
Where I escape,
But you’ve marked
Your borders
And hide
Behind your pride,
Afraid.
Well, I'm not brash;
I honour your wishes.
So let the wind
Rinse you of my memory
And time erase my face…
I only wanted to share
This week’s slow fall of rain
With you,
The misty territories
Where I escape.