I was rooting through old files and found this gem of a poem. Brought it out, dusted it off, edited a few words, and voilà! I have something that sets a mood and makes me think. I like it.

As usual, nature makes her way into my musings. My last poem was about fire, I guess this one is air and sky. Wonder what I’ll do with water and earth…

I know I’ve been MIA on the music scene for a few weeks, putting out lyrics and promising songs, but I’m close. I’ve got my new mic hooked up and I’m hoping to record when the house is calm enough (when the kids are asleep). For now, I offer you this poem.

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^{Photo: Denis Degioanni via Unsplash}

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Whispers in the Wind

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Wind take my wish away
To the place where wishes go
To be born into reality.

Storm lift my dream above
To the star where dreams are kept
To find me later when I’m falling.

Searching, still looking
For that ultimate thing.
Dodging fear,
Why does it well from within?
Traces of trust fall
Quiet to the ground,
Guarded, more and more
Each time around.

I guess it’s completion,
In a word maybe freedom,
If it’s the feeling I’m seeking to name.
Perhaps it’s the whisper,
More so than devotion,
Passion that leaves nothing the same.
It could be the spinning and
Touch that surrounds me,
The taste of sublime when I become weak…

Slower now - it’s the fast
Sometimes that’s the hardest
Breathe. Strong will
Makes dreams go the farthest.
Hold your head high
As you pass o’er the miles
Keep on singing
Shine your butterfly smiles.

I guess it’s completion,
In a word maybe freedom,
If it’s the feeling I’m seeking to name.
Perhaps it’s the goodness
Of daydreams and sweet things,
Like laughter and play and games.

It could be the flavor of
Colors surrounding my
Mind every time my eyes close.
It could this stubborn soul
Clinging to romantic ideas,
That somewhere somebody knows…

Where the wind will take my wish away
To the place where wishes go
To be born into reality.

And the storm will lift my dream above
To the star where dreams are kept
To find me later when I’m falling.

Original writing by Katrina Ariel.

I don’t even remember when I originally wrote this, it’s that old. The document says 2001, but it was probably handwritten in a notebook before then.

What I love so much about poetry is how it helps me process, how it helps me grow as a human, and how years later the words still move me.

Thanks for reading!

Whatever happens, keep singing your song!

Peace. @katrina-ariel

Photos mine unless otherwise credited.

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Author bio: Katrina Ariel is an old-soul rebel, musician, tree-hugging yogini, and mama bear to twins. Author of Yoga for Dragon Riders (non-fiction) and Wild Horse Heart (romance), she's another free-spirit swimming in the ocean of Steem.

dragon art: Liiga Smilshkalne

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