Brother Wind

A need to be in the wind to erase life’s woes.

To forget about the stuff that comes and goes

Hanging onto the bars atop blurred pavement

With my Brother the wind I am able to vent

Friends and lovers are here then they disappear

My Brother is forever and He’ll always be near

Listen, He’s woven into the sound of the thunder

Sound that emanates from chrome down under

Possessions that I have owned, stolen by a thief

I still have my Brother and he quells all my grief

He has propelled raindrops so hard that they sting

Just a reminder He’s there, and that’s a good thing

In the sunshine He’s there, entangled in spinning chrome spokes

Whispering, don’t worry about words of disdain from other folks

They are the ones who put on a false front for their own selfish gain

No falsehoods from my Brother the wind. With me he will remain