The Wind Above

[Fire Monkey]

Is it a dream or just a nameless
Feeling drifting on it's own
I have wandered down the highway
Where I was searching for a home
And can this life ev'r be contained or
Is there something far beyond
Through the white fog of wonder
That I taste within my song

On the wind I see my soul in flight
Seeking for another way
High above the raging storms of life
Waiting for another day

There are rainbows filled with colour
There are sights and sounds unheard
All my longings I wish to tell her
If I could only find a word
All my talents and all my passions
Are a cage in which I live
And my heart is filled with sorrow
For the things I can not give

On the wind I see my soul in flight
Seeking for another way
High above the raging storms of life
Waiting for another day

All my words and all the colours
That are painted in my head
Though they flow in endless wonder
Lay alone upon my bed
I see the golden glow of hope
Northern Lights up in the sky
But it's just like a rainbow
With no end, no reason why

On the wind I see my soul in flight
Seeking for another way
High above the raging storms of life
Waiting for another day

Can we hope to ever touch another
Do we only pass close by
Perhaps it is enough
To catch the light that hits our eye
Each is bound within their own mind
Seeing only hints beyond
Ghosts of others whom we pass by
Softly clinging to some bond

On the wind I see my soul in flight
Seeking for another way
High above the raging storms of life
Waiting for another day

Should we seek for things more solid
Or is mist where we will find
Gentle joys that lift us higher
As our passing souls entwine
Silent as a cat is walking
Gentle as a mother's kiss
Should we yield to this great wonder
Do our true lives come to this

On the wind I see my soul in flight
Seeking for another way
High above the raging storms of life
Waiting for another day

Copyright by Timothy Emil Birch February 27, 2011

[SweetSilverBird]

This is a good poem with some great concepts. (and some very tender sentiments!) But I am distracted by a little bit of roughness to the rhythm in places, and the word 'contain'. Did you mean contained?

For myself I didn't like the repeating chorus. I didn't think it was one that bore repeating, and it didn't add to the rhythm. Was there a reason you chose to repeat it? Was it that it was like a song in your own imagining and creation of it? I would like to understand.

[Fire Monkey]

Ok, first I thought I had corrected the word "contain" - it WAS supposed to be "contained". Very odd, not sure how that happened. The repeated lines are something I might change - have to think on that, but as you guessed, yes, when I wrote this it was like a song in my head. You may be right though that the lines should not repeat or at least not so much. I may keep the first time and then the last but I will have to think on it.

Not sure about the rhythm, I think I need to leave the poem a few days and then see how it sounds when I read it.