Fire and Wind

"There lay a soul dressed in the color of the wind.1

The wind took the soul and danced with it.2

Where freedom became a reality; if that was so.3

Why did the wind not let go of the soul?4

Who longed to be with it's family.5

Sometimes, when we see hope and the promise of freedom...6

We end up blind and mislead towards something else...something I do not know."7

The elderly eyes, tired and beat ran back and forth with a slow and steady pace. Calm and smooth they touched the paper holding it as though it were a child..a child that had just grown up and was on it's way, into the world. Crackling, steam and smoke arose out of no where. The ground coughed, growled, and tumbled. Hot red fumes rode around the center of the eyes. Groaning, moaning and then finally silence as the man hit the floor. Those calm tired eyes watched horrified as one arm. Stretching it self, wavering, trembling the hand with the bony fingers tried to grasps the door knob.8

But fate did not allow him to reach in one swoop of a motion the floor below him collapse. Taking him back into his past..the blur of time counting backwards until the day he was born. He saw his wife, his sons and daughters, his first bike everything that held in his heart and as he fell his last words were:9

"The soul finally understood why the wind did not let go, for it was the soul's time to depart into the after life."10

*** A week after the fire 9:30 pm January of 1961