Lupus in Flight

Lupus in flight
on a hot and burning night
Would I were the cool breeze
the intangible dream
gliding in and out of sight.

I am a dream weaver
and hope trader
for better times
and wiser minds.

This body cannot be all I mean
This life cannot be all she seems
And moonlight gleams so far away
And snow falls on some other's way.

The trains are constant
as time is not
And tomorrow's tidings remain unknown
But birds will sing and love will grow.

nov 1998