Winds of the Lover

People hope
People die
People love
People cry
The mind is an endless sphere
The thoughts it thinks
No more or less queer
Never knowing just where its going
The quilt of life is it sewing
A river flows, a ring of endless light
Where eagles cry and take flight
Set it free mingle with the air
Where is it?
Here or there
The mind speaks no need to talk
Let it wander take a walk
The realm of living
My soul so giving
All this energy ready to leave
The blanket of love my heart to weave
My shadow of soul
Is your personal goal

Tori DelliCarpini 10/14/98 copyright @1998