Where do you come from my friend?
After you leave where do you end?
Sometimes I wish for your return,
Other times I am glad you are gone.
There are times when you are gentle;
Your movements, soft, cold, and calm.
Then…on the next occasion you're brisk and strong.
Is there anyone who knows your secrets?
I wonder if they know where you have gone.
None who stands before you can win,
And the clouds? They need you to rain once again.
Oh, I wonder, can I give you my sin?
© William Power 2012
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 9:30 AM UTC
Where do you come from my friend?
After you leave where do you end?
Sometimes I wish for your return,
Other times I am glad you are gone.
There are times when you are gentle;
Your movements, soft, cold, and calm.
Then…on the next occasion you're brisk and strong.
Is there anyone who knows your secrets?
I wonder if they know where you have gone.
None who stands before you can win,
And the clouds? They need you to rain once again.
Oh, I wonder, can I give you my sin?
© William Power 2012
