The flavor in the wind has taken hold
And down my throat it pushes to my lungs,
Expanding in my chest and swelling cold,
Drawn nigh to where my heavy heart has hung.
The clock held half past ten for nigh an hour
As breezes played a chorus in my chest;
A symphony to demonstrate the power
In a tempest coming suddenly to rest.
If wind will bring a storm to roll away
The heaviness of living without air,
And pushes back the night to bring the day,
I'll face its torrents, breathing, unaware,
As wind holds time aloft in frozen roar
So I can breathe and feel alive once more.
postscript
Another sonnet! I think if I wasn't forced to breathe once in awhile I'd suffocate.