| An Intoxicating Wind Threatens to take me away It smells of roses in the winter And rain in the spring Don't know where it was born Have no idea where it ends Think I'll just let it take me a spell And experience the world from on it's wing Flowing down it's cellestial path Exalting in the beauty of it's warm coolness I smile in spite of the blindness To the destination of my soul I softly laugh at the flowing abundance Of inspirational light Resting in my heart With it's sweet innocence Intoxicating me into a comfortable glide Back down, to set foot once again On the ground |