Where may the wind stop?


Where may the wind stop?
When may the wind start?
Where does it come from?
And where does it go?
The petals on the flowers
So pretty
So white
The fragrance kisses the winds
And slowly gives it to those around it
I lie here
All whom I know
Have lost me today
And soon
My body shall become either a part of the wind or earth
Though I am still here
I can’t tell them that
My body rejects me
I am stuck in this prison
This thing that once let me free
Is now holding me back
I want to wipe away their tears
To give them hope
This is the last I will ever probably see them
Though I am still here
They can’t see that since I’m dead
They take my body
And burn it all
Everything that was once me
Is nothing but black soot
I can’t feel a thing
But why am I looking down at myself as I say this?
Am I a ghost?
They take the ashes
And I hear their soft whispers once more
Crying silent prayers into the last bits of me
As they let me free into the open air
I lay in the wind now
Forever part of it
Nobody will know of my lingering soul
All they will know of
Is the fading memories
The last little bits of existence I still hold in this world
I am nothing but wind
Along with the many other souls
Who go by me each day
And soon my family will join me
Either to the earth or wind
To the beautiful seas or the blustery mountains
To the quiet casket or inside an old tree
Where they will be?
I can only guess
Slowly time passes
And soon I finally leave them behind
Slowly I pass from this world
The air brings me up
And far, far from here
I know I must say good-bye
To all I once loved
I whisper to them in my last moments here
How much they meant to me
And how much I love them
Please know that where I go
To heaven or hell
To where I will be
I hope I’m in peace
With my God I will wait
Patiently for the day they come
To the air or to the earth
I hope they find their way into my arms once again
I hope they have a good life
Though I am gone
My life on earth is finished
My lingering soul has vanished
I hope their sorrow is gone
So that they may live in the world
Around the people they still have
Please take all the time you need
Just promise to be by me again someday
I’ll be waiting
With welcoming arms
To whisper again to you
I love you…

Dedicated to my Aunt who died just one year ago. I pray that she is in heaven now so that she may finally be in peace.


Paper Stars and Blue Honey Poems


I’m a poet at night
With the stars all alight
Bathing in the cool misty breeze
A warm cup of tea
By my simple notebook
Filled with fresh honey
Unexpectedly spills and sticks
On the papers I had yet to write on
It spreads all over
And soaks all the pages
In its colorful mess
I let out a little cry of sadness
For it was my last notebook I had
I closed my eyes and shook my head at my clumsiness
And laughed a little too
But by the time I looked at the paper again
It suddenly had changed
My thoughts burst
I couldn’t believe it
The sky seemed to be
In my pages tonight
So bright and so clean
My thoughts ran rapid through my mind
Poems of all kinds came rushing into me
I had to write it down now
Before it turned blank
So while the paper is still yet blue
And while it still sticks
To the starry paper sky
My imagination goes into
The countless colorful words I write
I think and hum
That I am an artist no doubt
With just my imagination
For a poet am I
I think of wonderful things
With my many readers that join me
In my many thoughts tonight
As we drink in the words that I write
For all is an artist in the way of words
Now I say to you all
Use your own imagination
Pick a few words and try it
Whilst I sip my tea
And look down on my paper stars
And color them with the sky blue honey
The words shine bright
Each for a wonderful, beautiful poem
They paper stars stick
To whatever I pick
And stay in the sky
For millions to see
The constellations form in my mind and yours
And make pictures for all
A thousand words worth
So make a few paper stars with me tonight
As we gather blue honey
From the bees in the sky
And together let’s make
Our imagination grow
Like the ever blue sky above us this night
With paper stars and blue honey poems