The Child of the Wild, Wild Wind

Where have you sailed on the empty, wild wind,

How far, far away will you roam?

How long will you linger beyond my sight

And why will you never come home?

Oh, did you know that you carried my heart

When you sailed to the world’s far end?

I could easier live without my heart

Than the child of the wild, wild wind.

I called to the clouds to bind the wild wind

And free you from its siren song,

But they just laughed as they drifted away

And the wild wind urged them along.

Oh, did you know that you carried my heart

When you sailed to the world’s far end?

I could easier live without my heart

Than the child of the wild, wild wind.

When the impish stars all come twinkling out

To frolic with the wayward moon

I’ll beg the wild winds to carry you home,

But I know that you won’t come soon.

Oh, did you know that you carried my heart

When you sailed to the world’s far end?

I could easier live without my heart

Than the child of the wild, wild wind.

So I sit and I watch the wild, wild wind

As it tatters the frothy foam

And I know that I’ll belong to the sea

‘Ere the wild, wild winds bring you home.

Oh, did you know that you carried my heart

When you sailed to the world’s far end?

I could easier live without my heart

Than the child of the wild, wild wind.

Autumn Leaves

With their palms turned to the sky,

They shiver in the sun,

Though the shades of autumn's laughter

Still tint them every one.

Evening Whispers

In the quiet span of evening,

When the moon’s about to rise,

I sometimes think I hear the whisper

Of the fairies' tempting lies.

Just little whispers of the pleasures

Only they can bring to me,

Like dancing on the frothy waters

Of the dark’ning moonlit sea;

Or sipping nectar from the blossoms

Growing down below the stream

Where the frogs and crickets murmur

In their sleepy starlight dream.

Bright founts of starlight splash the grasses

Where they dance without a trace;

Weaving seductively through shadows

Long enthralled by their embrace.

Oh how I long to heed their whispers,

Join them where the moonlight sways;

Dancing, lost in light ethereal,

Where the restless streamlet plays.

But I am not formed out of moonlight,

I can’t dance the starlight sea,

And all the dreaming frogs and crickets,

Never will they dream of me.

For I am bound to live in daylight,

Toiling neath the glaring sun,

And only listening for whispers

Just as moonrise has begun.

Mysty Morning

A little wisp of whimsy
A dash of misty sky
A splash of secret sunrise
A happy purple sigh

Sun Rising into the Mist

That Sweet Puppy Pose

Full Moon Waning - 4 Days of Moonrise