Monday, July 25, 2011

Where Ever the Wind Do Blow

I thought that I had once found love
that in that lightness I would find wings
but my love left me grounded here
and took those wings I thought to gain
And traveled into the vast sky following
where ever the wind do blow

And oft I have wondered with ever breeze
when he will come flying back to me
But the wind does not blow here as oft it should
And without wings to follow, I wait
For him to come back traveling while following
where ever the wind do blow

I fear oft that his wings have been clipped
like I should have done years before
Yet clipped wings would do him good
If only he was here and in my arms
not traveling hence while following
where ever the wind do blow

Oft I have heard, in the mid-night
a great gust which bangs on my door
and flinting down the stairs I run
to hear the wind blowing upon the door
As I open the door, I wish for wings to follow
where ever the wind do blow

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