Bow to the Winds- Karian Markos

a chant on the Mistral wind grounds my Icarus dove

shadows stretch long on the backs of a sea of flickering prayers

the midnight Bora turns flaming wicks to glowing embers

grey swirls curl wave over wave, vanish into the darkness

a brief extinction, the flame rekindled by the Cape Doctor 

her wings revive, his resurrection song gusting warm beneath her 

the Maestro conducts her graceful course by the light of a candle moon

uplifting, cradling her in the wisps of a rose-scented cirrus headed for dawn