wind flowers
my father told me not to
go near them
he said he feared them always
and he told me that they carried them away
wind flowers
beautiful wind flowers
I couldn't wait to touch them
to smell them I held them closely
and now I cannot break away
their sweet beuquet disappears
like the vapor in the desert
so take a worning son
their beauty captures every young dreamer
who lingers near them
but ancient windflowers
I love you