Ossie

Panic shall never reign, even in my dreams, whoever holds the reins, best not to moan, hold your own creed, batten down in hurricane zones, note down every name, flying birds who’ve flown, they were never tame, whooping as they go, drunk within some airy scene, dancing with their fellows, all that was sacred, but not enough to see, keeps me engaged, problems the wind knows, dissolves but never mean, love given me and shown, all now tumbleweed.