Dying Wind I spent my life soaring in the wind so high Never standing on ground, never wanting to try But as the years come on me the lower I fly It appears that it's time to come down from the sky It lays me down ever so gently Carries me back to where I began Embraced in soft sound, so sentimentally My life beckoned by the dying wind As I plant my feet firmly on solid ground Wondering what I should do as I’m slowly unwound Look back in anger or find peace where I'm bound As the winter of life brings stillness all around It lays me down ever so gently Carries me back to where I began Embraced in soft sound, so sentimentally My life beckoned by the dying wind Here I am like stone, no feather on a breeze Confined in grey solitude where memories tease Last season of life cycles on, the past appeased I thank the wind with my heart for the life I seized It lays me down ever so gently Carries me back to where I began Embraced in soft sound so sentimentally My life beckoned by the dying wind ©Michael LeBlanc & Ricki E. Bellos