The Winds of Change

Blowing into the Dream

Rearrange the scene

Casting leaves of cover asunder

Clouds lined silver moving fast

Letting go of the past

Naked the tree

Free of Illusion

Of the Nature of Reality

Pulling the roots

Of the garden which has grown

From the seeds which I have sewn

Not knowing where to go,

Where the Dream will lead

Following the Heart, I bleed

Silent tears, just a few

As I proceed alOne

Seeking only You

Gone, with the Wind

All Illusion of direction

Thy Will be Done