Chasing Paper

The wind blew steady over fields of willow

He flew with it heading to the east

Though 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

Suitors 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 drowning

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

The wind blew steady over fields of willow

He flew with it heading to the east

Though his scent still lingered on her pillow

She was left to clean after the feast