Heart Of The Matter
Windmills
I'm sitting by a windmill,
In a hurricane; it seems,
I feel that I've been here before,
Or was it in my dreams.
I watch it quickly turning,
Just going round and round,
The gale; it seems to deafen,
The windmill makes no sound.
I sit in fascination,
My mind is blown away,
I should be heading home now,
The windmill makes me stay.
To stay awhile in solitude,
Let my vacant thoughts break free,
I'm caught up in the hurricane,
The windmill's part of me.
The storm seems never ending,
A bit like life, you see,
I'm just going round in circles,
The windmill now, is me.
Linda Harnett, © May, 2004
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