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