A Whisper Flutters On The Wind Poem by Josh Terpening

A whisper flutters on the wind.
Point of no return
I have come again.

Follow the drifter in plight of salvation
As Heaven traces the reckoning.
He meditates on the suffixes of closing life
To seek after an undiluted meaning
To find an untamed rest for the unfamiliar
To suffocate the blazing questions
That cannot even cease smoldering.

Wrapped in tattered toga,
He stepped into the ashen glow of moon
To mock his smug attire.

Silence.
To pull thoughtlessness under
The apex of bewilderment.

And like a wave of delight
Sodden in truth and answer,
The hearkener willingly engulfed
By the gravity of enlightenment
Heels held captivated by the undertow
Of emanating Love.

Drowned in the words of some unknown sage
Chinks exposed and fallacies disclosed
By the simple polish of pristine lucidity.

High in the Universal Infinite
Through the golden hues of the final sunset
Beyond the sapphire sea shimmering in ecstasy,
Listen.
To the violet winds beneath the skin.
It is a whisper.