Dark Winds Of Change
To whom do I cry,
Of these feelings inside
The ones of an impending doom
that on a near horizon loom.
For I can feel it thick in the air,
As if the summers wind to my soul, chose this secret share.
It is too unusual for me to try to explain,
However, I can smell it coming, coming all the same.
You may think that I have no basis for this feeling within,
and that I have at long last stepped off the deep end.
But all I can say, is that this feeling is real,
And that these winds of change have came into our lives to steal.
For I stood naked tonight beneath a starless sky
And I heard the heavens moan and the earth sigh,
I felt the light of this world move in a slow retreat
and I grieved its exit as total darkness we are soon to meet.
There is nothing more that can be said,
Other than, we shall soon number our dead.
I say these things all unto you,
In hopes that they are misgivings…unfounded…and untrue .
I know that some may say I am a loon,
And some may even think I a seer of doom,
But all I can say is what I felt tonight
And pray that this feeling soon take flight.
~Oh Lord Don’t Let It Be~
J. Allen Wilson © 2am 7-26-04