Wind Circles

I dreamed of bells
that Christmas
the plains were bare
the wind blew
in circles
like a morning fair
somebody called you
“a drifter playing games”
but by wind circles
the fact remains

you always looked to find
something you knew
as a child
some laughter, freedom
in the icy wind
were you chasing
a blue ribbon?
and when you lost it
were you unsure?
insecure?
I can see you then
a child in the open blue
wind circles
following you

through odd jobs
and maintenance
and farms along the reel
through living on the edge
and music in the fields
were you free or poor?
were you insecure?
you were gentle
all the same
years before we met
you said you heard
my love call your name

our love was a Christmas angel
silently burns
friends in the sun
split up
by the trust we never learned

and my eyes are bright
like my mother’s
but this song may be
purely my own
as I travel, lost
in wind circles
trying to find my home

while you drift
through what’s happening
a little harder
and never alone
through prestige and property
they say a man
must hold his own
all the lust and confusion
that weighs on the shelf
wind circles
send me home to myself
wind circles
home to yourself