Winded

I’m sitting on my lawn chair Outside the night is cool I hear the trees swaying The breeze chills my skin It knocks on my hippocampus Am I here or where it blows? Breeze, you are timeless From queens to divas, the same You carry me back to my childhood You go from high to my lows You leave me bereft as you leave You come at my like a windmill Alone I’m ash on your windy night It takes a Starry Night like tonight It takes a Van Gogh to go with you I would go mad like the wind I would chase that lonesome boy I would ride his Sirocco to him But I am too sane to be a zephyr Enough wind, it’s time to go in Make sure the windows are closed No wind, you can’t get to me No, you will not breeze through me The nostalgia you profess is shuddered The lonesome boy is here within I wish you would take him with you But, that would mean we are you When I’m dust we’ll both join you We’ll chase the highs to lows Come and visit me next time I’ll bundle up and be ready Just in case you carry me away I won’t repeat what Vincent did When he met you on a … Starry, starry night