Madness or Adventure?

Tonight I felt pass over me

A breathe of wind

From the wings of Madness

Were it not for her fast and fanciful flight

I could have looked Madness 

straight in her glowing red eyes

Introduced myself

Then asked Madness out for a cup of tea.

Maybe this Madness is simply born of a few undone things

Those perplexing questions to which

Answers come oh so slowly

Maybe, such questions are not ours to ask

And maybe the winds of Madness

Are but a breeze sent by God to remind us

of all that we have.

Today, I felt pass over me

A breath of wind

From the bird of Paradise past and present

Were I to be so lucky
as to gasp at her glory
To let her gentle breath
Fall upon my soul