Guide My Steps

The mirror

It speaks now.

Always talking, 

exclaiming, a

constant reminder of the things

that were.

Its image, changing,

sends me back.

A forest so alive, 

birds exclaiming their tune worldwide. 

By color.

By love. 

By melodies short and pleasant

they connect, 

their music effervescent.

The wind grows stronger,

Near and near.

I can hear it whistling,

Past my ear.

It fills the sails,

And steadies my steer.

What a joyous moment,

The wind is here!