In the chilly hours and minutes
Of uncertainty,I. Want to be
In the warm hold
Of your loving mind

To feel you all around me
And to take your hand,
Along the sand.

Ah,but I. May as well
Try and catch the wind.

When sundown pales the sky
I want to hide a while,
Behind your smile and everwhere l'd look,
Your eyes i'd find.

For me to love you now
Would be the sweetest thing
That would make me sing.

Ah,but I may as well,try and catch the wind.

When the rain has hung the leaves with tears
I want you near, to **** my fears.
To help me leave all my blues behind.

For standin,in your heart
Is where I longto be, and all along to be .

Ah,but I may as well ,try and catch the wind.

Ah,  but I may as well , try and catch the wind

I cannot abide the horrors in the hours when the coming day
Shouts and pulls at yesterday and derides him for a job poorly done
Leaving unfinished business on the table.

                                                         ­     Scraps and bones
                                                           ­   Tatterd sinew.
                                                          ­    Skin.
                                                       ­       Poor execution has left tomorrow
                                                        ­      With rotting clutter. Hear him
                                                              Mu­tter.
Not at rest fully now surfacing psyche able to stir
after corps-like slumber  judgement at the ready.
Shake the foreboding feeling
walking
through a graveyard something inches from my back
Grinning at my ignorance.
Pondering surprise.
Wake up and push the stone uphill
wake up and take your pill.