Winterwind

Who wants to love the Winterwind ?

Nobody does , for we bind ourselves

To daily strives in warm dens

But she wants to be heard, not for herself

But for the stories she brings in rain

Of rivers far across, dull and depraved and frozen.

Rivers who are mothers of your soil,

And everything you do, all your toil

Yet you hear her not .

And shut the blue doors

 You phony, criminal, rot.

So she goes crazy ,

And Rages and rages and rages.

And whirls upwards

To clouds ,her heavenly fathers .

And brings down the blizzards

upon everything beneath .

Kills the beggars ,

And flowers from last spring.

who have no doors to shut

Lambs sacrificed .

For the sins of others .

But I, though a Prince ,

Who had seen a thousand sorrows

And been happy ever since.

Welcome the Winterwind

To my daily palace .

I keep my furnace off

to chill with her

make love to her

without a blanket.

Then I ask , silently

What about Rivers ?Mothers?Rodents?Beggars?

She now blushes like a Young lady

And says,

‘ its okay ,I just wanted a lover.

I found it in you , I am blessed forever.

I shall be be back now and make new way

For the Spring’s flowers and Summer’s hay.’