The wind of heart

(Beirut - The rip tide)

The blood flutters in through my veins.

The sky is filled with the red of dawn.
The wind beats shear on my head and
Colours of winding thoughts alike.

A new breeze fills my head and chest,
And the wind-chill frosts my inners.

The old rudder has fallen of my ship,
But I have learned to steer with the sails.

The wind is all to steer to journey's end,
And it fills my heart with unsure prospects

But the sun is up, the wind is in.
I will sail this ship to home (somewhere).

Frederik Kerling - 24th June 2012