Wind and Fire

I have no argument

for you, my friend;

no matter how the fires of

conviction burn within,

I shall remain

conspicuously calm,

let others recommend the course

of conversation,

let them render

judgment on us all:

no less convicted,

they of the open air,

until the flicker of their flame

surrenders to the wind.

For you, my friend,

I have no argument

but the wind itself:

may it ever fuel your dance

and feed your soul

and start your turbines turning;

and that inner fire,

may it be your self content:

even as the wind begins

to rage against you,

may you ever keep your spirits

trimmed and burning.