Windmills And Water Poem by Kel Rios

Windmills click aloud
secret codes
metal blades become
spinning metranomes


from the south
steady she blows


wind driven footsteps
push on
like oars
cutting through the surface
of some dark pool


ripples of imagination
propel this canoe of
thoughts


vikings with braided hair
and helmets of steel
strike out to hunt down
and conquer
persistent question marks


lashes close
and open to find


a doe eyed maiden
set sail for a brave new world
whilst giving shelter
in the harbor of her heart
those things
she couldn't possibly leave behind


the wind shifts


and a weathered fisherman
emerges with the waking sun
gliding silently along the shore
patient and tanned
his fingers test the line anticipating
landing just one more


light streams on the water
like a forgotten song


chills move down the spine
a child's out on the open water
peering over the side
brow furrowed in concentration
gaze wide
how long has he been waiting
who's reflection
is he hoping to spy?


the windmill comes alive
and my feet stop
above the heavens spread out
one large mariner's chart


The world spins round and round
A million stars
A hundred different paths
To be travelled
Stories to be told


And a secret code
Morse really
Calling
Hear me
Find me