Poetry in Essence
A Personal Poetry Collection (et belle Café Accoutrement)

Second Wind

Second Wind

You called me with a question

I’ve yet to hear what it was

Rambling on about everything nothing

I smile but choke on laughter

You are not a thing like me

So why did God say you were mine?

Far be it for lil ol’ me

Who could never hope to see around corners

Except in dreams

Oh!

And prayers

To doubt His words

But

I can’t help a smile when you go on and on

On and on fumbling words of love

I tend to laugh when no longer

In your site

Cleverly silly

Then again-

Maybe we are alike

Is this what God tried to show

when I wasn’t looking?

When the glare of that darned trap box

fine tuned media

finely programmed my mind

Subliminally so

Whispers of who I should want

Is this what God was saying?

When radio waves filled my ears with

the tired awnings

Of silly boys and girls who

Sing love tunes the likes of which

Their simple minds could never wrap

Unstrenuously around?

Blah-zay blah blah

I listen to no one but God, now

My love… He says it is you!

We have loved

We have broken apart

When all hope was lost, I looked up

And

Found you again

Love we have made

A child we have created

And still no wind to aid us in setting sail

But you fill my heart these days

As rain fills a lake

God’s rainbow tells us the rain is over

Land is just ahead

And a second wind has blown our sail

Towards shore

We go strong

Cloaked tightly in Gods’ loving arms

We continue on…

I love it when you say you love me

Makes me high

Makes me fly

Makes me carry on



~ i sort of wrote this piece on a bit of a whim. it is about no one and nothing else other than my fiancé and the fact that we almost didn't make it due to what i like to call irreconsilable differences. God knew otherwise, however and demonstrated so by giving us our second wind. it's why he is now my fiancé instead of simply being my baby's daddy.(LOL) the painting used above is titled The Wind Beneath My Wings by Lorraine MacLoed and has quickly become one of my favorite artists.~

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Somniay is a well educated writer, Registered PhT, and business owner who poetically describes her racial background as, "An amalgamated mixture of contraindicated heritages." The last of 14 children, Somniay moved to New York City in 1998 where she joined the Gotham Writing School to improve her writing abilities. After returning to her southern roots in Texas, she began attending college where she achieved a degree in Science and later, Pharmacy. Somniay is currently enjoying a life of traveling the U.S. with her Navy veteran husband, David and their three children.