The Wind Of Creation Poem by Mark. A 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.
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