Wind from the Sea
by Guardian Angel One

Breaking from Mother Tempest The Wind of Death races across the sea. With ease it hurtles over waves And tosses foamy tears towards the heavens. Rising on the horizons is living land Like the glow of a new sun. Rubbing against the slick ocean Death Wind masks itself with musky scents of the sea. Advancing along the mossy coast It cloaks itself with the green glow of earth So no one might see the print of its shadow On the whistling and alert grass. Gently gliding along the dusty road Death Wind sidles up to her window. She smiles at the cologne and cloak Until it cast them off and surrounded her body Leaving only the fragile lace curtains grasping to keep her soul.