Sylph
#3 of Po-eems
Written this past summer.
Sylph
It's only the wind...
Bodiless in flight, immaterial in falling
Beautiful to behold yet equally appalling
From what titanic loins did you children spring?
Progeny of Cronos, do you scour what you touch?
Whelps of Odin, do you give or bring word?
Do you not wish to be seen, because you are always heard?
Vessels of the voice and of music,
Carriers of truth and lie,
Invisible, invincible, infinite
Ever flowing and always touching
Like an old friend, like a young lover
Sometimes hateful, sometimes hurtful
Above victim's corpses do you even hover
Call out a name, you call back in like a voice
A god roars, you equal in tone and temperament
As you push away water
As you shove into fire
As you devour stone, wood, and dirt
You will remain
Invisible, Invincible, Infinite
It's only the wind
You are only the wind
The wind is only you
are the wind
and the wind
Is you
Spiral into eternity, eternity's spiral
You will consume everything
In your mouth of time
Air