eleven

North Wind

Come, North Wind, breathe upon my eyes,
Freeze them so they might not see,
And through the veiled lens of ice,
A new world may appear:
Of towers, tall and dark and splintered,
And damsel flies
Like twinklings in the clouded air,
And robed figures dredging paths-
Innumerable, invisible
Ghost trod labyrinths

Freeze my hands so they no longer feel,
Envelope me, constrain me
O unrestrained spirit;
So that I might wrap my arms around myself,
And retreat into mine own
My very epicentre;
Howl at my voice and throw it back
So it sounds like the purest singing,
Steal my senses, one by one
And re-animate the soul

North Wind, dear North Wind
Don’t forget to remind me
And don’t remind me to forget.