poem - ribbon

were i a ribbon dancing in the wind
would you stop 2 watch me dance
sliding through
around
and within
the fingertips
of your scorn and wrath
as i warped my self within
would you sit and listen
to all the sounds from beginning to end
that you have so long been miss given
and as the sound made great light
and thoughts came to christen
the child that you lost one day
when you let the wind take your last ribbon

were i a ribbon playing in the wind
would you stay and watch me play
would you let your dreams resound
and revisit all the the things they usta say
would you slay the coming stillness
and fan the wind to keep the flow
would you fear the quiet coming
or let go of fear and watch me go
in and out
and falling breezes
these things can never last you say
but in all the world somewhere
there's a wind who begs you play
play and be forgiven
of all sin and of all guilt
go and be a ribbon made from the finest silks
be like the somewhere ever
that you can one day say
if i were a ribbon i would find only joy in every day.