THE WINDS OF CHANGE

If I listened to the darkness,
I would be living
in the storm clouded margins
of another life,
trapped inside myself
between the thunder
and the echo.

Illuminated
by the unforgotten treasures
from the heart
of a selfsame soul,
the candle of my twin spirit
glows
like molten gold
beneath the sun-secrets
of the Sahara.

Warmed
by a single blanket
sewn from a single red thread
(fated by the Japanese belief
that all people
are born with an invisible red thread
and only one person
pre-destined to meet
will have the other end
of the thread),
the ethereal connection
to the winds of change
is a reality that is mine to own.

Forever living
the immortality of a smile
in a world
that never ceased
to lose its charm,
I chose love above all else.

© JOHN PISCATELLA