The
wind may be random,
But
not I, not I alone,
Believe
it has no direction.
Blowing
me, showing strength,
Causing
motion under pressure,
Forcing
movements over land.
Show
me where I roam,
Plough
me into craggy mountains,
Force
me over desert sands.
Wilder
than a rabid madman,
Love
my notions once again,
Filter
all my wanton cravings,
Make
me earn my wage,
Long
before I leave Utopia.
Calm
my spirit under star-fields,
Hold
my thoughts beyond paranoia,
Give
me something to believe.
Webs
of ancients hold,
Dreams
on paradise yet arriving,
Found
beneath untimely heavens.
Cold
may be the reckoning,
For
I will solve nothing,
Shake
before eternal brightness,
Lord
have mercy on my soul,
Take
revenge out on no-one.
Lead
me into dreams unfolding,
Glassy
seas and summer breeze,
Partisans
to a new Earth.
Wild
becomes a passion stirring,
Full
of love and peace,
Strong
for life and sharing.
Catch
all dreams I desire,
Lift
us through into light,
S.M.P.
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