Wind Poem by Marilena Now

This is the story of a ship
That sailed to moon but lost its grip
Like in a maze, it turned in circles
No break of down, no stars, no purpose.

The ship went drifting in the dark
A hole appeared, left its mark
On shallow floor, it grew out large
Like fire spread, releasing charge

Then suddenly, a gentle wind
Embraced the sails, blew up the string
Do not give up, it's meant to be
You are the wind, the ship is me.