Untitled Poem by Christian Rivera

The wind calls out to me, in rain and snow
In all the seasons
Her kisses soften me to dough, to mold
Into good reason
She never trembles me, and makes me bold
And strong and driven

Is it because I'm invisible?
Is it because I'm miserable?
Is it for all the mistreated?
Something for me to believe in...

The trees all know my name and call me out
To touch the sky
They always play their games of standing 'round
As I try to fly
But their leaves catch me as I'm falling down
Reassured in knowing how I tried

Is it because I'm untouchable?
Is it all you think about?
Is it in the voices that I hear?
To know I've nothing left to fear...

In the stars at midnight I read out my life
A Morse-code masterpiece
Kept safe from all of the daylight crisis
My thoughts fall to ease
And all the angels dance in dark disguises
Within the shadows of the trees