Wood Winds
Poems by Mercedes
chimura_delphi@mailexcite.com

INTRODUCTION:  For this type of writing I don't need a disclaimer.  I
won't be mentioning anyone that is owned by anyone else; that's if I
mention any names at all.  This piece, or series of pieces, is exactly
what the title says, poems written by me (Jennifer De Salme a.k.a.
Chimura), or, more specifically, Mercedes of Clan Winslow.  Please
send comments.  Enjoy!

_In Sunlight Find_

	I am fated never to see the sun,
	For that is the destiny of my kind.
	Never to see the brightness above;
	To seek, but never in sunlight find.
	In childhood, I accepted this fact without thought,
	But now the question troubles my mind.
	Is there a way to change this fate
	Or to it must we be forever resigned?

_A Moment of Rage_

	A snowy night,
	The moon so bright,
	Reflecting calm
	Through pure white light.
	
	A piercing sound,
	Rings from the ground.
	Sorrowful psalm
	Of mercy drowned.
	
	A young girl's cry;
	Towards it I fly;
	Feelings of fear;
	What might I find.
	
	A child in pain,
	Terror's face plain;
	Her abuser near;
	A man with a heavy cane.

	Rage consumes me!
	How dare he?
	Eyes aglow,
	The world a red sea.
	
	Rending claws,
	Fang filled jaws,
	Blood on the snow,
	Justice without flaws.	

_Promise of a Wish_

	Oh, lonely heart who questions her soul;
	You who could not believe the world was so cold,
	May love find you as Time has foretold,
	And let the stars guide you to your guardian bold.

_Untitled_

	"Time heals all wounds"
	Or so the elders say.
	Therefore, shouldn't this scar be gone,
	After all the time I've paid?
	Shouldn't my soul be cleansed,
	Washed clean of this horrid pain?
	So, I search for a healing love;
	Look with nothing to lose, but all to gain. 

_The Balance_
	
	Everyone has a dark side,
	A shadow of the light;
	All we are is shades of gray;
	There is no black or white.

_Family_

	The Leader,
	She shows us hope and we follow her lead.
	The Second,
	He holds us true to our creed; our cause.
	The Elder,
	The link to our culture and past.
	The Healer,
	Open ear, open mind, open heart.
      The Scholar,
	Finding the knowledge to survive the future.
	The Passionate,
	Quick to anger, but not so quick to forget.
	The Aviator,
	Winged grace, arts of the wind are her calling.
	The Radical,
	Fighting against authority, striving for change.
	The Pet,
	Love unquestioning, loyal, and true.

	*This is Clan Winslow*