Blowing in the Wind
Jun 28, 1998
This piece is dedicated to the heros, to whom no shrines are built; no medals awarded; no melodies sung. But who have left their mark uponNature itself and the winds shall sing their songs of chivalry forever.
..Blowing in the wind
Some dry leaves
and some roses;
Some unexpected courtesy,
Some helping hand
in need,
Some words of
silent anguish;
Some faces...all of clay
...that crumble
at my touch!
Some heartfelt, joyous moments,
...and dreams
that linger on.
Some wounds that bleed within..
...the dormant,
healing scars.
...I try to save the roses;
...My hands...
too small to hold!
Some dust and ashes shadow,
the cut and hurting hands,
that stood against the winds.
...Blowing in the wind,
Some dry leaves,
and some roses...
...and feeble hands
of heros!
