It Came to Me upon a Storm

It came to me upon a storm:
The wild whisper of the wind.
Although it did not hold a form
My other thoughts were drowned in din.
While in lament it spoke to me
And lit my path through space and time.
The portals opened to the sea
And I spilt forth into its mind.
My consciousness made time stand still
As I became a grain of sand
Upon this plain of poet’s will
And I began to understand.
But as soon as I took a breath,
As quickly as it came, it left.