The Wind Blows Still

The Wind Blows Still - Zack Leeb

And when along the way’d you stop to let me take over?

It used to be an orchard on the older maps

And did you fall asleep or was I only dreaming?

Measuring the day in truckers passed

The music swept us off but it could not convince you

Or was it my intentions weren’t very clear?

The mountains held you open, captive to my questions

You left my troubles assuaged by fear

To leave a love in lavender alone by evening

I should have done if not for need of a car

To ride with half a friend and half an incorporeal

I should have left you, sped off with your car

Highways carry stories more than miles

Oh, the miles we burned could cross the endless sky

Turn, turn, and watch it or succumb to the emptiness

Flowing freer than the oil in the valley’s eye

To be a tumbleweed is a fate seldom vaunted

Transience but a curse for those seeking reward

Onward through the barren hills farmed in the summer sun

Wondering if it’s worth all we’ve yet to endure

Now by the seaside, dunes, and the mighty cypruses

It was there we next stopped for the view and the night

Dining in the courtyard ivy draped in your dark hair

Candlelight, out of sight, breathing but nothing’s right

All who bear witness to the darkness in company

Often confess to knowing little of its depth

But in a room and arms that offer oh so little

I stared it down holding her hand and my breath

Bandaged by the morning, but long misbegotten

Rediscovering the winding roads of the north

Turn from freeways to avenues and parkways

Drop me off, and I’ll be lost venturing forth