It's What You Want

© Jeffrey Hellman 1991





Winds of will unfulfilled and it's morning

Hand of fate, never late in the morning

Until the light stills the night without warning

Cozy face, so full of grace, so warming


Winds of time all sublime softly flowing

Dreams of rhyme forming signs day is coming

Cast your line the water's fine, ripple slowly

Bells remind us to be kind or be dormant


Can you see within the weave always growing

Nurture seeds, discard weeds, count your blessings

Fill your needs, temper strength without falling

Open doors, fear no more, no more mourning