Upon the Wind

to the edge of the world I have travelled

saltwater ice in my beard

the stranger I see reflected

hair as white as the snow on the pier

these lonely hands as rough as the rope

tremble but always hold fast…

sometimes in a far away harbor

sheltered from the stormy sea

I’d risk life and limb to be out in the wind

pull anchor, set sail again

these eyes that squint through the sun and the wind

cried their last tears long ago…

that night I found you in a fever

to the doc, cross the channel we flew

the storm carried on as you died in my arms

I turned us toward the open sea

and as long as I stand I’ll not stand on land

a whisper is calling to me…

my heart flies free from my body

to follow you upon the wind

cold and alone the storm rages on

and my heart flies over the waves