The Wind

As the wind turns in our hands, look, listen.
See the wind and whisper...go, go, go, runaway!
We are lost in a world of enchantment.
The wind is gone, but, I still play.

I turn the key of mystery.
But, my friend, the wind won't come back.
I turn the key of friendship.
It still won't come back.

I turn all the keys, but there is only one.
The key of....Wind.  
The wind I am longing to play
with won't come back.

     It wants to play, with itself,

     It wants to dance,

     It wants to have fun,

     It wants to be free,

     It's running away,

     It is gone.

      © Copyright 1994 Ashley Moore
        Submitted by uncle Jim