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When the Wind Brings Me Back
Copyright © 2004 Len Bourret
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Put a seashell to
your ear, and
you will know
you’re loved.
Like Billy Bigelow,
a gigolo,
a neer-do-well,
I’m up here in Eden,
polishing the stars,
things ain’t doin’ too
good for my kin folk,
and I got to go back
there to help ’em,
Everybody’s got a
right to go back for
one day,
and I got permission
from the Starkeeper
to go back to Earth,
via Jupiter and Mars,
to a quiet place in a
Paradise called Maine,
right beside the Bay,
in a Brigadoon kind
of salty mist Ocean,
when the wind brings
me back,
where there ain’t no
prison bars,
where a body can
be free,
ridin’ on a Carousel,
and not locked away
in some imprisoned
cell,
but in a live-and-let-
live place,
where a body is
allowed to be,
where a man can
kiss a man,
and I meet a man
who loves me,
openly,
and we won’t be
ashamed.
In a place beside
the Sea,
where I can say
to another man:
“I love you”,
and the other
man can say:
“I love you
back”.
And, no body
will get angry,
or inflamed.
In a place where
a prince can meet
a prince,
where a Sleeping
Beauty can meet
a princess,
in a place where
a Frog is allowed
to be a Frog,
all in ’real’ Life,
and not just on
some lily pad, or
while ridin’ on a
Carousel,
when the wind
brings me back.
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