The wind rises ahead.
But alas— I was led
To believe the weather
Would bring us together.

Perhaps the travel
Will dull the babel
And set the stage
On which I'll engage.

And though i'll act--
Matter of fact--
I'll sing, I'll dance
I'll even prance

To the grim
Weather's hymn,
Once so bright
And full of light—

I'll pray
I may
Make it
Or quit

While
I'm
A
Head