On the roads I ranBefore God and manHow I searched for you –On the silver’s hillsDuring winter’s chillsI imagined you.In the worst of winds,In a burst of sins,I was moving on.Vizor raisedAs ahead I gazedTo the distant dawn.In the scorching heat,How my blistering heatLeft me staggering and sore!How the heights destroy,How the highest joyCould be such a chore –When the strength was gone,Still the steps went on,Till I finished finally strong:Shaking and afraid to even knock on your door.I had understoodYou were gone for goodAnd they let me knowI was not to tryEven dropping byFor a brief hello.So in disbeliefI ran away from griefAnd to the only placeWhere I thought I mightIf my heart were rightGet to see your face.To the fields you fledSo to the fields I sped,I was nearly in flightWhen I saw you trueAnd saw the song of youWas a song of spite.Then the words were slungAnd like spears were flungAnd not a hurt nor heart did spare –Leaving us colliding like ships in the night.And I hang aroundEvery dive in townWhere I don’t belong.And I wonder ifI ever wake from this,I will still be strong.For the Winds of TimeHave never carried mineTo a brighter day.Not when every timeThat the sun would shineI turn my head away.And these trails I trodBefore man and GodNever looked so alone!And the faltering guidesTo the future’s tidesHave all up and flown.And between the linesOf these turning timesYou can hear the tunes we sharedBreaking into unisonAnd straining alone –Miles, miles from home.
“Winds of Time”
from The Burden of Eden
Copyright © 2008 by Andy Pope.
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