~For a Friend of mine who's father just recently...
As the wind blows...

With my nose pressed
Up against the window...

Twist of the handle
And I relieve my threads...

Echoes in our head,
Resonate the memories we dread...

Passing by, passing by,
Time's to short to laugh or cry...

Whisper winds at dusk,
As the people hobble home...

She wears a leafless crown,
No longer laden with gentile Lotus...

I can see the fireworks
Hidden deep within your eyes...

Unbridled rage unleashed;
Crack! Silence...

In the glow of candle light,
As the thunder booms in the night...

Silent reprieve from insanity,
Iron foe of sweet, cold, vanity...

Body on the move
in this musical groove...