Meeting Of The Winds

Meeting Of The Winds.

Whirlwinds are created by the winds meeting,
like love, with two hearts, together beating.
A maelstrom of tempestral turmoil,
whirling between bliss and reconcile.

Like carriage in the winds we're guided by fate,
helpless we spin up at a raptuous gait.
Love like the winds can fade away and die,
the winds, like love, can lift us sky high.

Round and round we go in an upward spirral,
forever seeking our lovers betroval.
Afraid always the wind will carry them away,
Lovers, like the wind, gone, to quick to stay.

Jack Gates.