The Ashes In The Wind Poem by Gerry Legister

The blistering wounds leave our heart
sore, and filled days of somber wrath
Ashes in the wind; tearing emotions apart,
Requiem king reigns supreme in dying breathe.

Daystar arises to outshine doubts and fears,
in rosy clouds changing the atmosphere.
Night weakens the mind suppressed by snares,
wipe away tears brandishing chilly nightmare.

hearing spirit in the wind whispering claim
channeled in the flame running on the refine
Join our progenitors leaving behind sad re-frame
where intermission crosses the wide borderline.

Timely stars faded from that lamentable realm,
reach into the mind with detached matters,
inside our hearts, burns the lowest flame,
Physical reins painted and twisted in tatters.

Ashes in the wind divided into loose ends,
Fanfare of friends gathered on the mourners green,
acres in heaven bound around the colossal diamonds,
sparkling flint every soul becomes a monumental gem.

When you are looking out on the falling rain
there is another reflection looking back at you
indivisible courage plant a seed beside the pain,
clinging together bright colors and flowers renew.

A balm to heal the wandering spirit in the wind
seeing faces mixed with the rare beauty of grace,
send the ashes to where mortality was destined
Beatitudes by prayers and saintly penance.

Thrust the blade of sunset into airy shapes of dust,
and walk bravely on the path of receding anguish,
feel the wind drooping like a diadems immutable cost,
Float back on wings where the soul seems to languish.