10/19/05
GONE WITH THE WIND? - Del Jones
GONE WITH THE WIND?
I came in with the dust, I’ll be gone with the wind
No matter which way it may blow me
With words inspired or spoken by some others
Trying to turn them to, what people see.
Like rivers that rush the shores of the oceans
Where the rocks are ground slowly into sand
Trying to leave my mark on minds and hearts
Like a small piece of this ever-changing land.
With all of the rains that fill those rivers
And all those snows melting way up high
I’d just like to be a part of what you might see
In the cloud’s stories painted there up in the sky.
In those dreams dreamed in quiet of the night
Or in the clamored din of the bright day
I only long to speak of the thoughts here inside
That can only mean those things I want to say.
Now it’s blowing down through those clouds
Picking up those grains of polished sand
To spread them o’er those hearts and minds
While still, I am wondering, if any understand.
I came in with the dust, I’ll be gone with the wind
No matter which way it may blow me
With words inspired or spoken by some others
Trying to turn them to, what people see.
(But, guess I’ll go on writing until the wind Is gone)
Del Jones
10-16-2005
¶ 10/19/2005 09:36:00 PM 
