No ropes are these, my hands, to bind the wind, <br />To part unyielding currents from herself, <br />Or fix my earthbound breath and so defend: <br />As fallen leaves on wind, I've lost myself. <br /> <br />Forever winds have played and danced the weather; <br />What stormy clouds e'er reigned while wind said No? <br />What birds have soared the air though broad of feather, <br />Unless beneath spread wings, wind bore them so? <br /> <br />Your love is as the wind - it blows me over; <br />It sweeps me through and carries me along <br />To where I may not lay until life's over. <br />Alone, I'll struggle not but still hold on. <br /> <br /> A bird with broken wings taught me to fly <br /> On love as hers - the wind that fills my sky. <br /> <br />-October 31,2005<br /><br />David Zvekic<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/font-color-880000-to-where-i-may-not-lay-font/
