The Ascending Soldier

The Ascending Soldier

He wanders in silence, with no one tending to his agenda
he turns in circles, a victim to the wind . He speaks only whispers,
the tales of imprisonment and vast waste as he spins in circles in the wind
with no real peace nor pain
The lost desires are left untold consumed within the boundaries of the wind
trapped so freely in a current, now warm and soothing
above the water dark and blue he moves, he circles toward the pulsing green light
once bright now dimming
he only circles, he becomes the wind