The Wind Of Creation Poem by Mark Heathcote

The Wind Of Creation



I shall be invisible
a force pushing you on
taking you to destinations
you've always longed-
to one day belong.

Let me morph into a vapour-
that follows you,
all the places you've been.
Transient as a whisper,
never heard, never seen.

Let me lead you over
troubled waters
till you levitate and fall
and there shall I catch you,
catch you, one and all.

Thursday, August 8, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: poem
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success