The Void and the Wind

She pressed her ears to the ground-

to feel the vibratos of his words.

They tiptoed into her senses-

barefoot bleeding tact on facts.

Flustered with assumptions-

they trampled a mockingbird!

It raised its head unafraid-

gasping for its last breaths.

I won’t catch a cold- said the bird- from ice-

my soul is humanity’s hospice.

This is my soul with which you have toyed.

Circumstance is a variable clad-

that shrouds my heart an opus of closeness-

My life’s strives to reach justice.

I am not heartless-

But life taught me to use my heart less!

You need to see to understand.

From a distance everything seems grand!

I am not a canvas of an ogress-

to be painted void and heartless!

Your quill stabbed my heart like a cutlass!

Sometimes the mouth slays quicker than the hand!

A wingless muse is a mermaid-

that’s lost its tail to a pair of legs!

Unable to swim seeming more like humans-

she tries to speak but no words can express-

you took her by surprise, you were her friend!

All you saw was null and void!

Welcome to the void under the aegis-

you’ve created from earthly tethers.

You’ve raised me once from a mockingbird to muse.

So why can’t you stay beneath my wings-

my mystic oris and be my wind?