You own the wind
Traversing along, eyes dusty from the  weight of responsbilities
Borrowing the sorrowed oaks will to bend
Pushing against the creaking bridges
        
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        You asked me why? 
Why did I breeze by and not even provide a nonchalant  turning of my eyes
Simple, 
 As the rubbing of a crickets legs
        
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                    The Loss Of The Crown
                    
                    You own the wind
Traversing along, eyes dusty from the  weight of responsbilities
Borrowing the sorrowed oaks will to bend
Pushing against the creaking bridges
Seeing in between the shadows and the crickets
Night illuminates the glimmer in your smile
Painting the stars with a vison of amber disaray
 
 
The fog dances you in becoming the softness 
For your Soul to swim
Touching
Retreating
Spongy moss pads your feet
 
 
Going to apparition 
You roam through the asylum
Tapping out  a redemption song
Raking the walls
You own the wind
 
Humming  random bars while roaming their halls 
 
Drinking the oversplash of infinities water falls
Breast stroking holy springs
You rest against A weathered rock
Secretly caressing immortal saints
Questioning all that  in the end proposes no answer
 
Tooth picked cherub feathers
Offer a soft place for you to  lay your thoughts
While you whisper into the tormented hearts of chained dogs
Wailing for a taste of sun dipped Mondays
 
 
The backdropp and physiography
Sway at your announcement
You own the wind
                

 
                    