The wind whirled a sorrowful moan.
Vayu whispering thoughts that seep into you –
Moving right through you –
Chilling to the bones.
Turning tides and roaring oceans.
Deep within the water roars like an ocean on fire,
Cyclone of smoke-filled lungs
Releasing the tragedy into the atmosphere.
Fueled hurricanes heading to the surface –
Getting closer and closer –
Right to the edge –
© S. Slate 2016