MESSAGE TO BOB

this is not really poetry, but a statement of a sort.

Ah but if the wind don't blow no more
Oh my friend
I dreamed of a world
Where the willow don't bend
Where the sails aren't curled
And the flags stay furled
Where the sands don't sift
And the clouds don't drift
So the sun can make a rainbow's end

But if the wind don't blow no more
Where went the answers we're searching for
But if the wind don't blow no more
Why are we waiting What are we waiting for

My dreams drove like a kite in the wind
The kite dispelled
We'd gone to a world
Where every breeze had failed
Where the breath of guns
Were the only ones
Could move any air
In the atmosphere
Destruction and death were widely hailed

I awoke to a hint of wind
Oh my friend
I sprang from my bed
To see a group of men
Clawing for their breath
Contemplating death
For the wind scarcely moves
Any more It proves
How nearly real the dream world had been

But if the wind don't blow no more
Oh my friend
Where are the answers we're searching for
But if the wind don't blow no more
Why are we waiting What are we waiting for