Eastern Winds Cradle An Empty Man

Eastern Winds are the sky that cries to carry the innocent before the Parents say their Goodbyes Flowing and floating toward an Island out to Sea Sleeping on our way as the joy slowly returns to me the butt sheds the pants and the chest throws away its Shirt Now in Flight as our mortal home has vanished in plain sight up and away for the Sails have their way This empty man is travelling without anger which leads one astray