windsweptchilddreamer by Debra Ifill for outsideleft.com
Deny what makes a wind swept child a dreamer.
Quieter is safe.
For sure there's death's relief.
If not, without fail
every risk of will shall die.
The fight on Earth is hard
Because it seems, as you kick her,
Wind swept child,
As you are wild.
It takes little for some like us
To spread our legs and straddle
What is a small fire,
And reach so each breeze that threatens to hush
Will rush to rescind.
Speak like a liar and you just may win.
But, They cannot deny We.
They, who aspire rule by commandment,
Are destined for lies and sin.
But We dream, We desire.
We, The Fans of The Fire
Are children swept by the wind.
windsweptchilddreamer by Debra Ifill for outsideleft.com
Deny what makes a wind swept child a dreamer.
Quieter is safe.
For sure there's death's relief.
If not, without fail
every risk of will shall die.
The fight on Earth is hard
Because it seems, as you kick her,
Wind swept child,
As you are wild.
It takes little for some like us
To 
spread our legs and straddle
What is a small fire,
And reach so each breeze that threatens to hush
Will rush to rescind.
Speak like a liar and you just may win.
But, They cannot deny We.
They, who aspire rule by commandment,
Are destined for lies and sin.
But We dream, We desire.
We, The Fans of The Fire
Are children swept by the wind.