WIND MADE A MONSTER

He looked at me with eyes so clear -

To disappear;

- his wish -

not mine.

He wanted love & couldn't have it -

wouldn't except it - not from me.

He scared me with deformity -

though my hands they held

& comforted him.

The wind is responsible!

The wind made a monster!

The wind in the willows can make you regret...

The boy was afraid.

The boy was a grave

For all that the wind killed

& the wounds it could not fill.

The boy was the monster that I loved

& held close

& his holy ghost

Was the most lovely angel I ever beheld.