The Western Wind

There is a western wind which blows
right through me to my very soul
and whips up a discord so great
that my very soul begins to quake
And my mind with wisdom and logic
can not repel the great wind
nor stop the discord within
And my heart begins a wild dance
while the wind plays harp and flute
A wild dance which would make me leap
had not I so heavy feet, which drag me
drag me, pull and keep me,
ever walking against the great force

This great western wind, which inconstant blows
which with my heart would float away
to sea and billowing clouds and darkening sky
If only my burdensome feet would let me.
If only my logice of my mind could not keep me
If only my feet could dance with my heart
And my mind forget its commonsensical ways
Then away, then away, then away
I would fly, towards the darkening eastern sky
And follow the western winds flight
from the setting sun of orange and pink.

Yet I am no bird, which to the east
nor west could fly swiftly and soft
I am made of clay and with no wing
fall heavily ground ward always
forget me oh great western wind
forget my song and my dance
leave me, leave me, leave me
Leave my heart free of thy clamor
and my mind will quickly bind my soul
Oh great wind, take with you a tear
and be free of the foundation earth
take flight, and I will root me down
with heavy feet into the ground.