Winds of Time

On the roads I ran
Before God and Man,
How I searched for you.
In the silver hills
During winter’s chills,
I imagined you.

In the worst of wins,
In a burst of sins,
I was moving on:
Visor raised
As ahead I gazed
To the distant dawn.

In the scorching heat,
How my blistering feet
Left me staggering and sore!
How the heights destroy!
How the highest joy
Could be such a chore!

When the strength was gone,
Still the steps went on
Till I’d finished finally strong:
Shaking and afraid
To even knock on your door.

I had understood
You were gone for good;
And they let me know
I was not to try
Even stopping by
For a brief hello.

So in disbelief,
I ran away from grief
And to the only place
Where I thought I might,
If my heart were right,
Get to see your face.

To the fields you’d fled,
So to the fields I sped:
I was nearly in flight
When I saw you true
And saw the song of you
Was a song of spite.

Then the words were slung
And like spears were flung
And not a hurt nor heart was spared,
Leaving us colliding
Like ships in the night.  

And I hang around
Every dive in town
Where I don’t belong;
And I wonder, if
I ever wake from this,
I will still be strong.

For the Winds of Time
Have never carried mine
To a brighter day,
Not when every time
That the sun would shine,
I turn my head away.

And these trails I trod”
Before Man and God
Never looked so alone,
And the faltering guides
To the future’s tides
Have all up and flown.

And between the lines
Of these turning times,
You can hear the tunes we shared,
Breaking into unison
And straining alone,
Miles, miles from home.   

“Winds of Time”
Copyright © 2008 by Andrew Michael Pope
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