Windmills In Flight...

Post by AquarianM on Mar 8, 2011 at 11:19pm

Windmills In Flight...

The windmill spun on the wind gently,
Creaking and ever-so-softly moaning, moaning, moaning,
Dreaming that its old wings might yet set it free,
Something Mystics once urged upon it that it never quite forgot,
A bird unable to joust from the air of the sea,
It carried the memory of all things of wings,
Pushing water and pumping air.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/13/2011

"Rembrandt...Sleeping" Poem #8

Last Edit: Jun 28, 2012 at 11:18pm by AquarianM

Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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