Paper in the wind

An orchestra sits down

All of its brass and air puffed

To set the song for my dreams tonight

Will I see her again?

If I do, will I remember her face?

Will I be without?

Forced to the whims of a fear

I do not have

Spies in countries unfriendly

Brawling lover in England

Gangster in the Bronx

Intellectual in San Francisco

Dining in the 1920’s

They play louder and louder and the play keeps going

Love

War

Peace

Lust

Desire

Passion

A million stars above me

When they stop the sounds

Will I remember her or is she gone like paper in the wind?