In every wind that blows
Whither the leaves flee for aid
To a place than all beside more sweet
Where there is a calm, a sure retreat.

From every swelling tide of woes
Brighter vision beam afar,
Like the natal star
That shows the gifts of mystic meaning.

Another year rolls by,
The time flies so quickly by;
Why friends are falling down dead?
When they are standing on the brink of life;
If I'm called home this season,
Should I ask, this year which is to pass by
In a gentle and pleading voice.

Peering through the lattice chains
Of transformed lucent windowpanes;
The pelting water blurs my view
Of lights down on the avenue.

Racing droplets filled with light,
From flashing neon signs at night;
All sparkle, bubbling up like soap,
As jewels in a kaleidoscope.

Pounding torrents fast then slow,
That splatter, splashing to and fro;
Cause panes of glass to smear and streak,
While moisture levels reach their peak.

What is it about the moon on high
That lends itself to song and verse,
And mesmerizes every one of us
As in its beauty we immerse?

The moon cloaks itself in many colors
Silver, gold, and there is blue,
And goes by many varied names;
Snow and wolf and flower too.

The sailor looks to chart his course
While on placid seas he glides,
And the moon is there to offer help
With the ebb and flow of tides.

They are afraid for me during these times
I sit and stare at space within my mind
During these times so surely I am tried
The times during minutes unoccupied

Find then the dream she's truly only mine
Math is simply boring the curves and lines
If we had only known its silent way
Would never feel this emptiness each day

I look outside and in my mind I see
Jessy riding windswept across from me
Unicorn she rides, royal blue and striped
Licorice reins, braided mane (she is hyped)