She rides the wind through turbulent storms,
raining words, touching the man
his heart, his soul–
Something flickers into life, exposes,
brings the man to his knees
bares old wounds, scars–
Tainted, punctured, drenched with need denied
the road becomes a treacherous path
if followed to extreme–
He begs forgiveness for his wretched spirit
for his feeble opines, his cowardice,
his pitiable laments–
Forlornly he struggles to end his mournful song
she’ll laugh, correct his lyrics, his rhythm
imprint her own–
Confesses yearning for her vociferous spur
the encouraging notes of a nobler purr
realises he will indeed miss her.
Copyright (2020) MJ Christie