Abducted by the Wind

When the moon's sickly pallor wanes
behind ghostly veils of grey vapor,
and like a lost child abducted by the wind
a kitten mews in the distance,
I cannot resist the sensation I too
am the snuffed flame's remains curled
through swirling turbulence diffused,
intermingled, awestruck to be breathed
and lost in a exhalation. I find
the child in me through ther trust
that the skies are eternal,
that those scudding tatters that stain it
rose from a green, sunwarmed sea,
and that we are all children loved
by that which knows no distance.

By Jason Paul Fox