I welcome the souls that touch me

I stand among them

the wind the clouds the rain

wondering who they are

not lightning nor thunder

for they have no substance

only sound and light

 

but the others

the wind the clouds and the rain

are the souls of those that came before

 

could the wind

blowing in my face

have kissed  the face of Rumi

 

could the rain

that washes my soul

have washed the soul of Frost

 

could the clouds

that paint the sky

be painting the words of Poe

 

If I caress

the rain upon my face

will I touch the words of Whitman

 

does the wind

that blows my hair

carry the words of Thomas

 

could the shapes

that float across the sky

have influenced Carroll

 

all those souls

and all their words

are wisping through the air

 

all those souls

and all those words

are misting in my face

 

all those souls

and all those words

are singing from the clouds

 

I welcome them

the wind the clouds the rain

they are the essence of who I long to be

 

                                                     gs batty/march 2013