I need words

my words hit the wind
and told me

it would soon be bright against the day

my hope hit the wind
astounded at this thing

carrying it

taking it away


my words and hope flighty with wonder
astounded
can there be anything better said they
is there greater?
are we really being swept away?

my reality hit the wind
but this is where I now leave you

this is where I get carried away
my doubt all mangled like confetti

there is a greater
it's real
I'm going away...