It couldn't whistle <br />as nature's wind <br />whirling shadowed dust <br />for breathing and disappearing <br /> <br />It couldn't be <br />as proverbial evil wind <br />straying fickle-minded <br />faith believers <br /> <br />It couldn't hiss <br />the leaves of the pines; <br />pushing oceans waves <br />into storms <br /> <br />Confusing, now, but it's not <br />to chase the wind <br />in mountain dusk <br />here in biographical track <br />transforming wind into dreams <br />dark and lights........ <br /> <br />Narrating my self-alternating pasts.<br /><br />Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wind-in-mountain-dusk/
