You Were The Passing Wind Of Our House - Poem by RIC BASTASA

you pass by the house
like the wind
cold at first we felt
we thought we gonna miss you
but by then
we closed the door of the house
let one window open

we breathe
to regain what was warm
and comforting

then we sighed for that wind
we are not hopeless somehow
the other packets of winds
are coming
from all scattered directions
all eager to feel us too
our arms are true
our hands softer in our accepted

we do not ask anymore
what passing must be
and where those winds are really going

we understand that birds have to migrate
to far places
in order to survive

some people simply have to go
to map out their own destinies

we still live in this house
where we weave some dreams

in some little ways
we embark in the embroidery of
the delicate flowers
of our souls

and then we look at everything we have
been tasked
we nod, there is so much passion still

so much passion

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 25, 2011

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