I will Paint The Wind For you.

 

In the morning when I came to you

I wanted to fly

Now my parachute is deflated

And no airbag can hold me up.

 

When I saw you I was singing

Now my throat is sore.

Suffocating in the dust

Of so many absurdities.

 

In the morning I thought you could deliver

Now I know how late you are

You will always keep regretting

All the post that you missed

And the colours of your hair.

 

Then the sea will calm down again

And I will  paint the wind for you.

 

Alfred Grech

26/06/2021.