the wind howled
through the masts
like a thousand mournful dogs
all i heard
was the moaning
of the lost
and the grieving
it brought me
face to face
with my humanity
and i cried
for us all
the wind howled
through the masts
like a thousand mournful dogs
all i heard
was the moaning
of the lost
and the grieving
it brought me
face to face
with my humanity
and i cried
for us all
Poetry of Beauty 