As the Wind Blows!
A steaming hot cup of tea sits, Dear Goddess,
cooling on the table, along with:
A writing pad, a pencil, Like as one with the Wind,
and one stamped envelope... If we're never again to be lover's,
Can I at least remain as a friend...
A cigarrette slowly burns to ashes, Will you think of me sometimes,
as it rests undisturbed in an ashtray, As I'll often think of you?
Smoke rising seemingly, While you're blowing down the line,
Dancing on air... Or freezing Park Avenue..,
Outside my window, If you're ever in the nieghborhood,
Winter plays her chilling music, And you have some time to blow,
A winters song, Stop by and make a friend feel good,
Like I haven't heard in years... Before you have to go...
Blowing, North, South, I'll leave a window always open,
East, and West' So you can breeze right on in,
Never standing still, And that goes with words unspoken,
Never at rest... How much I want you as my friend!
Cold, so cold, Well, I guess I'd better go,
Both outside and in, What more is there to say?
As I sit on the edge of my bed, As the wind must surely blow,
Comtemplating? And you must go about your way!
What I should write? Blowing North, East,
If I should write? South, and West,.....
Knowing and not knowing,
If my letter will be recieved? Dr. Jay
Is this letter I contemplate,
Just another to be miss-delivered,
To the Goddess of the Wind?
That Goddess, who like you,
Touches, but can't be touched,
Is felt, but can't be held...
That Goddess, whose beauty,
is revealed in the smile of a child,
Whose kite she's lifted, high above the trees,
Like a cloud in the sky! The way you lift mine!
A beauty thats seen and not seen,
but made aware of it's presence'
By the color of the dresses she wears,
Formed from the leaves that swirl about her.
Gentile are her breezes,
That blow softly against my skin,
Like the touch of your hand.
On a warm summer's night..
Suddenly! I write!