Beautiful Wind
The Beautiful Wind
I’ve journeyed far across the plain
I’ve searched around the world in vain.
I’ve seen sails billow o’er the sea
and yet you always hide from me.
I think upon that mistral chill
as I stood looking down the hill
reflecting o’er the mighty Rhone
how close, and yet so far, we’d grown.
I’ve chased you in your wanderlust
I followed the eluvium dust
and heard your howling cries at night
yet never held you in my sight.
When I draw near, away you hurry
and once or twice I’ve felt your fury
but how I love your gentle side…
so many times my tears you’ve dried.
I won’t accept that I am wrong
as I watch clouds dance to your song
and hear grass swaying to the tune
just love me back, you big buffoon.
It drives me mad, that much is true
that I can’t lay my eyes on you.
O blower, blower of the vane
Think not that I have gone insane.
I’ll chase you ‘til my final breath
and then perhaps we’ll meet in death
where in the heavens I shall find
you are ugly...ummm
...never mind.
08/29/15
Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2015
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