Change of weather
I sense it now upon the air
A wisp of something fine and fair
I feel it while I'm far away
To light the darkest, tawdry day
A sudden change of weather
So many senses do converge
A rite of passage, psychic urge
The wonder of together
My lack of doubt may baffle you
My heart and soul both know it's true
No chance of change of whether
I often hope, by standing firm
It buoys you from stem to stern
I'll wait for change of weather
Through days, and nights and lifetimes too
A steady hand to steady you
I'll wait for change of whether
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I've lost track, but I think this is the Hollywood Bowl companion poem to
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