" The Lonely Wind "

The lonely wind, where dust doth lie
In every winters lullaby
Where Cain doth take, his brother's breath
And lay unto his death
When Olympus winds do fly
Across the horizon's symphony of seasons
While mighty God's do reason
Above thine own, springtime of lovers wishes
And angels do lend their kisses
Through cobblers pain, the hard work of precision
To walk, a simple man's vision
And find, my Cherie there
Her smile, our hearts
Tender
Collision.....

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)