Almedia Knight Oliver
Almedia Knight Oliver Poems
A Rush Of Wild Wind
Love is like a wild wind
Am I just a howling wildness?
or maybe a howling triumph!
Twirling and twisting into a knot
Ought I pull this way or not?
Head spinning, heart running,
and I'm following its path.
Oh sweet heart see the flowers
hanging over the picket fence,
five lovely petals crying
In the never-ending heaven hangs
as many shinning stars as angels!
Having slept nights alone
Desire crests, overflowing
waves over waves
Sitting alone on the riverbank
Pondering the long dive ...
The sun slowly sinks below her golden borders
as darkness falls over all life form.
Tears of compassion spring up as she watches over her children: the
Squirrels and birds and the tiniest insects; her helpful angleworms
and worthless plants all lay sleeping on her tummy.
She reaches up to the sky, closes the golden gate, and
turns off the light.