Farewell

Farewell

Sadness in the word
Whispers can be heard
Distances carried on the lips of a whisper
Silent words heard in land far away
Canvas tugging by the wind
Tacking in a direction
Not meant to be

Listen to the rain
It s rhythm true
Slapping the pane
Wind brushes through

Nature has a way
Manner sublime
Blended a technique
More real then dreams

Savage and enthusiastic
Just as you think no more
Karma put her words in
Gives a what for
And how about that

Stronger or just hanging
Drained or is that it
Karma laughs
The wind picks up