Night winds roll like some vast ocean
Hypnotizing with their sound
They lull with perpetual motion
And I wake to the wheel I am bound
Each friend and enemy I have known
Are wheels with different intention
Some careening toward cliffs are thrown
Others slowing to barely a mention
And in the eye of this living tapestry
I am an unconscious weaver of thread
In the wheels of my vast memory
I’ve laughed and other times bled
As this spinning of wheels goes on
I vow to master its intricate rules
But with sleep descending upon
I fear this night’s wonder will cool
Poetry and Verse 