i am drawn <br />by an unknown force <br />to your shore line <br />to your sea <br /> <br />i am drawn <br />with your white capped hand <br />to your cold, white sand <br />to your dry, liquid heart <br /> <br />the music you play <br />sends to my ears <br />the sounds of the waves <br />rushing, mighty waves <br />crashing rocks <br />tilting ships <br />who sway their hips <br />and sailors who are washed ashore <br />blissfully wishing of home to come <br />wishfully thinking of their heart, so numb <br /> <br />their hearts are as numb as my hands <br />as they grasp the cold iron bar, <br />on the starboard side <br />as they grasp the heart of one <br />who has Poseidon on his side <br /> <br />who does your bidding? <br />tempest mighty <br />hollar at the wind <br />howl at the wind <br /> <br />then turn and whisper, <br />what you wish me to hear <br /> <br />howl until your heart's content <br />i will wail in this lament <br /> <br />but soon... <br />i will be where you can see me <br />you will be where you can see me- <br />right where you were in the beginning <br />right where you were from the beginning<br /><br />Annie Cordelia Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/b-howl-at-the-wind-b/
