I am not art
For I blow with the wind
And my gentle
Excuses me from
And for you
I carry a string
Where did all of the wild horses go?
When we walked through the tall greenscape grass
Was it wind blow my mind
Straight to your sweet design?
Sun in my eyes was just my good disguise.
Won’t you come see me tonight, sweet mystery?
Don’t leave me here with sun gone out now,
Keeps a crawling around just so.
I’ll be mighty hands on the run.
I’ll be summer’s midnight stars up so high,
Crickets crackling in our eyes.
Roll up our sleeves to a mid-summer’s breeze,
And let Cassanova be my midnight name;
When I’m left alone as the Phantom goes
And your heart is wrapped all up in thought.
So when midnight strikes me tattooed, too
I will roll up my unused bribes for another bride
Like a straightened arrow, to my moon I will go.
Float my soul as wind does blow;
A field of drifting snow.
Long grass will tickle my fleeting heart,
Field posts as my deep breath.
My wisdom is an open sea
Torrenting above this frozen ground,
Truth for which I’m steady holds
Dirt which refuses me
The steady pull of gravity.
And in this I shall forever find
Patience of the naked deciduous,
A lark, yet steadfast cold.
A little moment
I stopped to see
A pod of orcas
Across from me
The captain said
I leaned and looked
Found sun instead.
Ho! They played
From every direction
About the sea
Whips and whacks,
And splashing bubbles
Just as they came
We sailed on past
Our ripples crossing
I was a ghost in a strong, strong wind
Or so I had thought before life did begin.
Let me see through your hardened skin
A beggar forgets there’s lots to win.
I’m tired now, up against this wind
Blow me over, I’ll get back up again.
Float your heart upon a breeze
I cannot smell, I cannot squeeze.
Alight! Heart be nimble, dance within!
For you will feel again, I am the wind.
My heart was lost into a sea
Towards a dreadful wind,
To which I did not ever cry
For I was man of steel.
“Why do you leave a stone unturned?”
Was all I’d ever say
To those that came and left again
Without a full intent.
I, the master of destiny,
Plainly as I could see,
Was left again, without a chance,
To linger long in drought;
As a wind can take away,
So can it come to blow.
Here upon my step one day
Sitting there awaiting,
Such a future I could not hold,
A solution I could not see.