My name spiraled through the whirlwind
glimpses of the omnipotent; shattered meanings
whispered before forgotten, to tempest storms.
A ruckus blown across deserted lands
tickling dust up from hibernating nests
and tossing auburn stained and weathered leaves
ever crumbling cliffs a-leaning.
Weeping rocks to white tipped pleas of the ocean
And with the cacophony of cries, still it rang out
syllables slitting through the rest.
As power coarses from glowing fingers; finally at rest,
laid upon sweet clusters of white,
and eyes ricochet across crannied lands
watching for the response to the echoing call.
Compulsion pulls but hearts sewn too tightly
to accept the whisper from above.
Head ducked beneath wingless arms
stained feet fleet over scorched grass
and mellowed waters.
And I go far
far from the bouncing echoes
of my name.