The winds of this world
rush past my face
as the clouds of earth
pass over my head.
I've stood this ground
until I'm weary
watching youth take flight
as the years have fled.
-
Where is all the wonder
that once flowed from my soul?
Where is all the wonder,
can I capture it again
as I grow old?
As I grow old.
-
Sit me in the winsome seat
that casts my eyes
up to the sky
and let me not be dwelling
on dampened dreams
wherein they lie.
Where I stand I cannot move
but above me
I still find
an ever changing landscape
where imagination thrives.
