Wind whispering

In the silence

Which is anything but unquiet

I hear the wind

Whispering the names

Of all those men who

Pulled me in to let me fall

Through space

Down and down the spiral tunnel

To the ground of loss

Within whose soil I planted

One thousand seeds of sorrow

And in my sorrow garden

Over time I experienced

Both the pain and beauty

Of the mysterious flowers and fruit

These seeds gave life to

And from the garden

I picked my self a bouquet

Of lessons and desire

And regret and loss

Mixing all the colours

As the wild wind tossed

More seeds around

And in the silence

Which is anything but

Unquiet

I finally found the answers

To why I had to fall so low

It was really

The only way I could ever

Really rise

And find the colours of myself

So dissembled

And reassembled

Beneath the awesome technicolour brilliance

Of autumnal skies