Tuesday, May 24, 2011

the wind

you come to me like a whisper in the wind
but sometimes i want something more tangible
here with me:
to laugh with,
and poke with a finger
(instead of a mouse click)

but continents are wide
mountains tall
rivers strong and deep.
perhaps we could meet half-way--
on the plains of Dakotah?

but you have already been there
and i have barely moved
out of this cloistered land
lo these many years...

so the burden of travel is on you
and until then
i suppose i must be happy
with the wind

1 comment:

  1. how the wind does blow east from my home bringing my song ever west...listen can you here my song