riding zephyr

let us conspire and write a song
we will write even if wrong
will be told by a muse
that our song will only confuse
those around we seldom know
not wind the zephyr will blow
and no direction can tell
us how to write- just as well
we will be though an empty hand
will show us the way but where will we land
uncertain and also is the day
right in our minds where we must stay
until the last word is heard
until our vision has been all but blurred
by the rain and a pound at the door
leave them standing only wanting more
of what we have and it may not be much
the horn releases magic with a simple touch
the sounds penetrate as angels hide
showing some Shambala where the buddha lied
and maybe still does as if we could know
the power of same zephyr out your horn blow
down the walls so carefully constructed
until this day clear vision obstructed
now with this song all will see clear
a vacuum state bringing all very near
to a side no matter which one
no one will leave all damage undone
with words and sounds cut to the bone
nothing can break us a sword or a stone
thrown into the glass shatter a dream
that I had before now we are a team
that won't lose as zephyr blow we ride
the long wind westward in the east we've been tied. . .