Tracing Your Name Into The Wind

I trace your name
into the wind

following the contour
of your profile

in the flow of the line
between space of breath

forming you before
you became the

shape of a circle

outlining the odyssey
bearing your name

on the cusp of winds
riding the slipstream of

migrating birds scrolling
November into amber

fading to dusk

you, who were
born on the wind

shaped by the
will of denial

know the meaning
of what is hidden

among the signs
of those who venture

into remote vistas
at the end of dreams

turned to dust
at the touch

of anxious fingertip