you own the wind

You own the wind Traversing along ,eyes dusty from the  weight of responsbilities Borrowing the sorrowed oaks will to bend Pushing against the creaking bridges Seeing in between the shadows and the crickets Night illuminates the glimmer in your smile Painting the stars with a vison of amber disaray The fog dances you in becoming the softness For your Soul to swim Touching Retreating Spongy moss pads your feet Going to apparition  You roam through the asylum Tapping out  a redemption song Raking the walls You own the wind Humming  random bars while roaming their halls  Drinking the oversplash of infinities water falls Breast stroking holy springs You rest against A weathered rock Secretly caressing immortal saints Questioning all that  in the end proposes no answer Tooth picked cherub feathers Offer a soft place for you to  lay your thoughts While you whisper into the tormented hearts of chained dogs Wailing for a taste of sun dipped Mondays The backdrop and physiography Sway at your announcement You own the wind