'Tis the gift

Life is a war hard won.
You get moments of brilliance
But there's a lot which isn't fun.

Behold the lillies who neither toil nor spin
But who listens to Dylan?
"We'll never find THE answer blowing in the wind!"

And yet people complain of self fulfil-less prophesies
That they pump into their children:
Their escapist, dreaming progeny:
Who consume each chance to leave
This dream of adversarial sovreignty.

And here I sit and muse all the while
Just wishing for the dream:
10 million simple smiles.

Separation Anxiety Pour l'amour du vent

There was a time when I spoke to the wind.
It still tries to talk at me now
That long ago time when I could be everywhere
Except on solid ground.

Oh my friend we had some fun, we did
But I simply cannot be a ghost
To be like you I ran and hid
But my heart came with me and won, hence now-
Where I am the rock and your still the wind
Blow free my friend, long after I fade out.