Decades passed by <br />While the pen sat idle <br />While the mind raced, and erased <br />And the second hand sounds "Die." <br />Back in the corners <br />Where the baby's sirens scream <br />Where the incapabilitys lie capable <br />And the nothingness is all too real for reality. <br />Now she flies south <br />To take care of extinction <br />And all the while caught <br />In sunny dust-filled crosswinds, <br />The other half laughs <br />While this side struggles <br />While opposites meet a compromise <br />And the heart lies still away from the lure <br />Physical cries <br />Where fearful souls fight <br />Where spirit should dictate <br />And true life flows with both love and God.<br /><br />Lindy Rogers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sunny-dust-filled-cross-winds/
