This Little Bit Of Sage

It's like a wind passing me by,
a cool cyclone swirling to the sky.
And in the stillness I thought I might die.
Let the storm rage like the twinkle in my eye!

Cobblestone and concrete alone
are not enough to shake my flesh to the bone.
“This house is not a home!”
So says the black sheep with the wolf at his throat.

I need a thunder crash,
a bluebird moving in a dash.
They'll tear  me down,
and place a sash around my heart.

Oh you fools and your fame!
Wise men that all speak the same!
I think the status I've  lost,
Is worth the beauty within the pain.

As the boat moves across the lake,
the water shaking from it's quake,
it's reflection paints a swirling picture
that's a shadow on my mind's edge.

May the clouds  fall on me
as I pass from sight as you see.
I lived my life with my eyes on the sky,
and my hand on a rose petal.