Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan - * WIND IN MOUNTAIN DUSK

It couldn't whistle as nature's wind whirling shadowed dust for breathing and disappearing It couldn't be as proverbial evil wind straying fickle-minded faith believers It couldn't hiss the leaves of the pines; pushing oceans waves into storms Confusing, now, but it's not to chase the wind in mountain dusk here in biographical track transforming wind into dreams dark and lights........ Narrating my self-alternating pasts.Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchanhttp://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wind-in-mountain-dusk/