The last few days wind of change come my way bringing a new lease of life somehow feel different now than I did the last few months Change blown through on a strong breeze that's carried away a lot of my troubles leaving me with wonderful memories of my time with Helen A wind of change that Is turning around my life and allowing me to live again but keeping Helen with me just as In life a comfort to me A wind of change blown through on a summers breeze gently weaving through the trees taking all my bad dreams away To leave me with the most beautiful dreams and wonderful memories of Helen passing through on warming summer breeze Weaving gently through the tree on the wind of change
Wind of change weaving gently through the on a warming summer breeze
My mind is weird I feel like its wired differently, a little more gently So, I sometimes sit down and watch words, flying by Words passing by, passwords, almost like birds, but just words Telling me a story, about glory and a dragon, guarding gold and territory
Bless my brain, what an electric and wirery mess With an engine, leaking oil onto the paper...
Gently touch her, gently care, For the day may come — swiftly when That endless cruel knocking on doors bolted from the inside Dies down and turns into gray silence.
She, irksome as it is, goes round and round in circles Looking for the missing pair She wears the other one, anyway, And sits down in grief.
She says, “I want to go home. Let me go home.” “Mama, you are home,” you answer. Vexation rears its **** head And you force each horn, one at a time, to recede: To vanish from sight.
Then gaining composure you say: “Mama, let’s pray.” God hears, and you are healed. Set free. Instantly. Of the agony of bearing about in your own body The weight of selfishness And sin And sheer ignorance of what it feels like To have Time ****** away Memory From you and those you love.
The stark feebleness of this bent, white creature With veined hands and bony feet Reminds you of your own Utter helplessness. Mortality.