Trials and tribulations will
sting like a bee,
and weep and seethe
like a roaring sea,
and shake with sadness
beneath an entangled willow tree.
Winds rant and rage against
a weary soul,
and bound into moments
that are there
through endless reflections
that rip beyond the distant air.
Torn between the endlessness
within the cold,
a fragile joy descends back
into a true state of mind.
Then raging winds
carry one’s silence
into the end of time.