Chasing Paper

The wind blew steady over fields o' willows

He flew with it, heading to the East

Oh, his scent still lingered on her pillow

She was left to clean after the feast

As he caught the morning boat

The wind picked up a little note

Upon which he drew and wrote

Some symbol of affection

Just as that old wind had claimed

Her kind gesture of the same

Feeling that could not be named

Some personal projection

Think of poor Odysseus returning

After all those lonely nights at sea

In his mind, a vision of her burning

As she waited for him patiently

Suiters lined the palace halls

Wine that stained his bedroom walls

Made the hero feel so small

Upon his arrival

Had he suffered far too long?

Had he heard the Siren's Song?

Was the killing truly wrong

Or for his survival?

Thinking that her memory was drawing

Wondering if he had been forgot

All of this is kind of funny sounding

But it wasn't much more than a thought

Never waste your precious time

Chasing paper valentines

Say whatever's on your mind

Before you write it down

Never sail a ship alone

Never argue on the phone

You can only hear a moan

Listen for the sound

Wind blew steady over fields of willows

He flew with it, heading to the East

Oh, his scent still lingered on her pillow

She was left to clean after the feast