Never quiet, the wind that still calls me
blowing free beyond my frail mind
beckoning forward a path laid to freedom
though walls and barriers are all that I find.
I hear whispered verses of angels singing
…laughing demons that colour each day
sometimes a melody will remind me of loving…
then the quiet wind that calls me then takes love away.
So many messages but nothing feels certain
contradiction and turmoil forever my way
I have listened intently to the wind as she calls me
but the meaning is lost in the brightness of day.
