A Spacious Sound

there is a spacious sound
in the trees overhead
much like a sea beyond

it is the wind — 
it bears disquietude — 
my essence overflowing

forsaken, underneath the stars
my soul is yet to live
ample skies, just and expansive
what is this unsettled conscience?

Image from pixabay
Originally published at steemit.com on August 29, 2017.

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