Poem: Where are the winds that drive us?
Added 2025-03-28 21:13:27 +0000 UTCI wrote this in 1999 when I was sixteen. Just been thinking about it a lot lately.
~J. Leigh
Where are the winds that drive us?
Are we God's creation or of some finer dust--
ask the sheep or dear old Shelly, lost again without paradise.
The nations that guide this mortal vice,
care not for yay or nay--
Let us not stand in destiny's way.
The cold winds that swept through Rome,
diverted not from home.
Death ends but a dream,
said not far from Pericles.
Stretch the hand to the divine,
but do not forget what is mine.
Are we so merciless? Do we not heed,
our own sisters in their need?
Where is the Glory of paradise?
Neither men nor mice.
Out, shall go the light.
Return to the night.
