Ode To The Urban Wind Poem by Liane Carlo Suelan

Thy caress upon this face of mine,
The way thou movest through my ruffled hair
Like cold fingers that slide upon wood sanded fine,
Thou wipest the remnants of my despair.

I charge upon thee on this mighty steed
As thou whisperest thy song upon my ears
And through thy touch, thy song, thou feedest
Tranquility upon my soul and dry my bitter tears.

Thou knowest that I love thee so
And thy kisses upon my cheek,
But I beg thee only to blow my woe
Away and spare me from deep, long sleep,

For though the night is young, my mother waits
With a prayer for me delivered through each and every saint.