Transcendental Sonnet #1328:
Wind Kiss

The wind blows in as a freshening breath
A gift from the desert scented with sage
The whole of the night is animated
Dynamic respiration sweeps out death
Encouraging me on my pilgrimage
Caresses me whispers I am fated
To be surprised by joy and to embrace
This priceless gift which has been given me

I breathe the wind as it kisses my face
The beat of ultimate reality
Echoes within my chest my open hands
Receive the touch of other in the night
There is intelligence which understands
Behind the veil withdrawn a glorious light

+Steven Curtis Lance



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Steven

Your recent sonnets have been remarkable. This is no exception.

Humble Hey Hey

Thanks, mate!

There's nothing for it but to just write more o' these then, eh?

I'm over it now; the butterflies are migrating right over good old Studio Lance, for reals; it's amazing, breathtaking.

The Santa Ana wind is blowing today, and the sun is warm; I feel good. I have a new pic up at AuthorsDen, with the effects of the Santa Ana wind most manifest: sunburn and static electricity in my hair, and Vaseline on my lips against the blast.

Breath of the desert, breathe on me!
"Lave me all over O God in thee!"*

*Line 2, Walt Whitman (line 1, just me)

Happy spring!

Love,

+Stevie

P.S.: I spent a long time with my doctor yesterday, and he officially pronounced me, medically, OVER IT.

Life goes on! And I want it all, right now!

Are you familiar with UK Subs? I'm listening to them right now for the first time, and I really like them.