Wind Fastforward

Eric Newman, University of Maryland, College Park

Past
time	   aside
confide   in me.
I'm sorry for my
weakness.
For
front's

end
strong
I'll stride
and see that
I can slow and
seek			less.  Steadfast
I'll sit 		forever more, outstanding
for your 		ramble.  So you may convey all your lore.
Consoling me's no gamble.  Your words erode me thick to thin,
weather I love or hate them.  Their strings balloon me down within,
and I cannot deflate them.  Your air is there no matter what, although
its vibe is rueful.  And for all time it shall be put in crossed heart
plugged much too full.  But may your breeze eternally be there to
off my flame.  Sway me at
ease internally
and blow my
ears too
tame.


						Now in
the		future
brea-
the
past-

the Saint
I'm sure's
inside
you.
Don't
fade on
me		at
longest last.

Your
Spir-
it
will



de-
cide
you.