wind rose

War on Zephyr, shielded by a dandelion
Worn out, weighed down, wind rose on the wrist

Rusted weathervane
New light, equal shade

Sun-spring saw youth on the way to disown thy name
Leaving as the tide came
Even, with the line of the horizon

You’re the same within
Still no Theseus’ ship

Almost new, so slightly me
Yet to you a stone-throw away
Light upon some change unseen
Or only on the rise with the wind?

Still the same within
You’re no Theseus’ ship

Almost new, so slightly me
Yet to you a stone-throw away
Light upon some change unseen
Or only on the rising with the wind?