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I do not chase the wind
for it cannot be caught
and after I have fought
my way to the mountaintop
there would be no way to go
but down.
I do not chase the wind
for dreams are for their time
and I am wise, if past my prime,
and know how not to make an ass
of myself by thinking above the waist
sometimes.
I do not chase the wind
for it is but a metaphor
or five or six for the war
between the soul and the flesh
damned to fail and wail at rainbows
"Not fair!"
I do not chase the wind
for it would not be fair,
although if I would dare,
she might find me swift of foot,
carrying my golden apples of
poetry.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
for it cannot be caught
and after I have fought
my way to the mountaintop
there would be no way to go
but down.
I do not chase the wind
for dreams are for their time
and I am wise, if past my prime,
and know how not to make an ass
of myself by thinking above the waist
sometimes.
I do not chase the wind
for it is but a metaphor
or five or six for the war
between the soul and the flesh
damned to fail and wail at rainbows
"Not fair!"
I do not chase the wind
for it would not be fair,
although if I would dare,
she might find me swift of foot,
carrying my golden apples of
poetry.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
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Dear Daughter
Dear Daughter
I got your box from the prison the other day,
Ive seen so many of them,
I have no words to say.
What I fear now is that Ill die,
Before I finally see you truly spread your wings and fly.
I love you with all my heart,
Together as a family we can make a new start.
Come home to me and I will help you as much as I can.
It time to show yourself youre the better woman.
Christina Pryor
2009
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My Romantic Song Lyrics
The night as the moon shines down below,
if only you were there
the leaves blow in the air
a heart that loves like so
a pathway be, let it be
a pathway to your soul
And let me sing you a lullaby
sweet my dear in your dreams
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To the Child
To the Child
To the child we never got to know
To the child who's eyes never opened
Who's laugh we never heard
Who's voice never spoke
Who's touch we never felt
To the child we will never see grow
To the child taken too soon
To that wonderful child that lives with angels
You are a child blessed with love
Know as you watch from that golden heaven each day
Everyday we live on we will love you
We will carry you with us as we go forward
To that blessed child
From the parents and siblings
Aunts and uncles and cousins
The grandparents
From everyone who you've touched
To that child may that love reach you
And may that love help guide us all
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To a beautiful friend whom I would not suppose to...where did I put my running shoes? And yes, the golden apples comes from the Greek myth of Atalanta.
© 2010 - 2024 williamfdevault
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I especially love the last stanza and the line "carrying my golden apples of poetry."