On water smooth as glass sentinels stand on mirrored floors as they float on life's illusion.

Windblown


I stand high on a cliff
Above the sea near the edge
Rooted deep and rugged trunk
I cannot be moved
I am hard
I am fixed

You rush against me
Endless and invisible
You flow like a river
Brushing against my life
Flowing gently into my strength
Winding through me
You cannot move me
Even an inch dear wind
Still you caress me
Feed me cool air
Bring water to my roots
Ultimately you shape me
In your image and your mind