The Wind
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We were young and free and wild,

Less adult and much more child,

Free to love and laugh and sin;

Free to dance upon the wind.

As we grew older strong winds swirled

Experiences ‘round us, so we twirled

Like pinwheels in life’s brisk, fast breeze,

We grew in love, but learned to please.

December will come, with its cold, cruel wind,

Yet love will keep us warm within

If we can sustain, avoiding the tolls

Of winds hot and cold eroding our souls,

Leaving them stripped and brittle and hard,

Ready to fracture into grey bits of shard,

Worn down by life’s cruel folly and din …

Should we cease to dance upon the wind.

Let us be free, again, and wild,

Let our love release the child

Who has no knowledge of a soul worn thin,

Let us dance forever upon the wind.