A windy Waltz :: SpiderValentine :: Original Poetry

A windy Waltz
Blue clouds float in the sky.

The white sky accepts this.

Tonight belongs to the darkness

as the river runs upside down

and backwards.

The wind does not blow,

but rather

takes the leaves with it as it goes.

Tonight,

when you are sleeping,

the winds secrets will be exposed.

It will tell the truth about the storms,

when all it wants to do is

dance with the flowers

and the trees.

An invisible dance

that no one will notice

because they are too busy.

Too busy to notice

the rose bush

taken by the wind's hand

and spun around

and then gently dipped.

It's strange how the trees

and the bushes

and the flowers

all share the same rhythm.

All share the same lover.

All eagerly await,

without jealousy.