strong winds blow

strong winds blow it appears the poet died today he was afflicted with a broken heart seems he had no more words to say he’d already done his part so they got the oven ready cause he wanted his body to burn and they held the tray real steady and poured him inside an urn seems the poet flew over the calming seas more freely than ever before his ashes scattered, just as he pleased they sank slowly to the ocean floor sand and ashes blend well, it seems so the poet was laid to rest it was just a troubadour’s wandering dream after he’d given his very best as the lyricist returned to the tranquil sea he caused words to come alive hoping someday someone would see the world through his watchful eyes the sea water became his salty tears the clouds, a soft blanket for rest in the depth he drowned his remaining fears knowing he had given his best it happened that the poet died today he had nowhere left to go the final words they heard him say were 'take me where the strong winds blow' tolbert