Stable of Winds

Gathered my songs in a stable of winds.
What an impermanent way to begin.
Had the time of my life and made plenty of friends,
But there's nothing so sad as to sing them again.

Songs of love
Songs of lying
Songs of wishes
Songs of dying

The wind whisked away all I thought was so pure;
Ripped masks off of faces I thought so demure;
Some of them idols and some of them friends;
Some of them lovers I'll not see again.

But some are not frightened by winds when they roar,
Are not moved by masks changing like rotating doors;
Don't begrudge a long song in the caskets of friends;
But there's nothing so sad as to sing them again.

Songs of life
Songs of laughter
Songs of friendship
Songs of rapture

And some disappear from the stable again
To gallop away and become a new thing,
Turning into the breeze they become thinner than thin,
Didn't like who they were in my stable of winds.

But the songs still remain like the names over stalls.
No matter who they become I love each and all.
Have the time of my life and make plenty of friends,
But there's nothing so sad as to sing them again.

Songs of love
Songs of lying
Songs of wishes
Songs of dying

A drafty home and one with no doors;
Wide open stalls and room for more;
Beautiful songs that are crafted with friends;
And there's nothing so sweet as to sing them again.


copyright J. Shidler 2011-03-06