contention in the air

clouds call on the wind-song flying

loosely moving by whim-some laws

via hot and cold waves of the morning

the sun and moon lights of night

the fury of tornadoes scream

with lightening on the quiet days

with adventures and grey might

at high levels taken in stride

the shapes formed by their blowing 

are beheld by eyes of awe

they're heard by ears of fear

'cause contention's in the air

*God  Talk

some

spend most of their waking

and dreaming

hours

trying to avoid

feeling guilty

instead

of trying

to stay

in love

with

Someone

-Jerry Schroeder, Cap.