I doubt
material wealth
means anything
in the afterlife
on the off chance
that I'm wrong
bury me
with my books
and my plastic owl.

Blossoms are the
Hopes and dreams
Attached to the thorny
Stems of life
We all have to climb
To smell the roses

just a leaf left
on the pillow next to me
now, a whisper of smoke
vapor tracing your path

out the door
going back to the
limb I stole you from,
the place you must return

I rake my bed for more,
try to make
a place
for you to fall

again, next time.

Rest in Peace Prince
Another legendary musicians lost
Leaving us into frost
Why does it have to
End like this
I just want to ask God this
I'm so curious
Everything suddenly becomes silentv

I understand the importance of anchors
And know what can happen when the
Rope that ties them to their life is cut

But here in the warm sea of creativity
I can feel the wings of happiness beating
As geese draw giant arrows in a red sky

Love cherishes these precious moments as
It anticipates the next heartbeat of potential
While mother tide puts the salty beach to bed

Where are you running to?
what are you running from?
don't you know those darkest days will come
and even if you don't see at the end
there's always a light shining through
and it's waiting for you
who are you hiding now what you've become?
you try to keep it together but you lost it some
so you give up instead of finding it again
and now who you are you only make believe and pretend
Spiritwind ©2015

I pray to the great spirit
guide me through this pain
this world conflicts
show me a world that holds no lies
that treats us like convicts
abandoned by society
in a world we once walked so free

Show me a setting sun
where blood never flows
like rivers turned red
where another one dies
underneath these blood red skies

Guide me through this land so dead
where visions stay in my head
teach me things nobody knows
when this day is gone
and all has come undone

Give me the strength I need
to make this a better place
when my people bleed
from this world falling from grace
Spiritwind ©1998

See the lonely man
sitting out there alone
stuck inside a memory
watching the storm roll on in
bringing down the rain
tears from yesterday

He hides behind his pain
wondering if it will always be the same
here in lifes little game
that we all have to play
he cries out her name

Feeling like there is no more love to give
when the woman he loved so much in time
still holds it all here in her hand
like crystal's in the sand

He thinks of only one reason
that makes him want to live
while time changes with the season
he tries to keep his head high
knowing somehow he has to try
like a hammer to a stone
every angel wants to fly
fly on home
I'll meet you again

Now he see's the setting sun
a face of such a beautiful one
shining like a rainbow in the sky
he knows her love will never die
even now that she's gone
her love keeps him moving on
Spiritwind ©2009

The Purple Prince of Rock suddenly gone.
The one thing that mysteriously amazed us in life.
Is death?
Whether it is us.
Or someone else.

But when it's a person of fame.
We find it hard to accept.
Which is the case with Prince Roger Nelson.

To many a mystery.
To others a wonderful creative person.

As with many that left a legacy.
We have his music behind to cherish of his memories.