The Wind

Me at Kilcona park

The wind

The enemy


Cold and Conniving


Swift and shifting

May I ask why you ride?

Are you riding for the feeling?

Do you blow around with the breeze?

Pollinating the flowers, fuckin’ up the bird feathers

What brings you here?

And your fragments, they blow around everywhere leaving a papertrail of sin

Always rustling up your lovers, messing up all the flowers

And where have  you been?

Before the day ended, before the dawn?

In the night we wonder if you’ll ever settle down

Do you calm down to a gentle breeze?

And when the winter comes do you bring the storms?

Freezing all the rivers, giving the people you meet the shivers

Then when spring hits you leave before the leaves grow

And the snow melts

Then you roll  out before summer to ride the wind down south

And then your back again just for the flowers to wither

To watch it all die and darken early with the sky


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