The Winds are Changing in Ways I know not Where

The Winds are Changing in Ways I know not Where
The airs of innocence elude me
Their ominous shroud encircles me

The dying and the old world once new
Now drift all they from view
Once romantic were they the warmth of their touch
We waltzed in the wonders of winter's affair

Yet no longer are the days most rare
The sun is cold upon my skin
The wintered wind that brushes in
Chills to the bone

And I all alone
Must endure this eerie silence

Who can know the heart that softly beats
The hunger and the pain
The moments that remain
Scars that sear with every tear

How long the waiting
For what may yet come again
Is this the end of things
Or the beginning

Of once known now ending
Could hope yet be
Waiting in wonder
Just beyond the dusk and thunder

If only the chill
Would warm again
The rain would cleanse
And find thy fondest friends

Oh days without number
In a world of wonder
Where all is made new
When things come steadily into view

Perchance the pain
Is on the path
That leads to pleasure
That which is found in thy greatest treasure
Of wonders without measure
When all things pass away
Into the dismal gray
And light and life anew
Shine through the morning dew

-Joshua Lee Foist


*Inspire in part from Philip Glass's Violin Concerto