The Winds of Barley Malt

The Winds of Barley Malt, flow through my heart, A Jubilee!

Years of knots untangle, In feared speech release, A mirage confusion Gone with the Winds of Barley malt!

Rumic winds, coursing our souls, And stirring our surrounds, Without Impede!

Court dismissed. Meeting adjourned. A Bell becomes a Horn becomes a Gull's call at the sight of an Albatross, Who eats, sleeps and dreams on ocean breeze, Without Cease!

Does the taste of Barley Malt deliver the man, Or simply accompany the reward of a long-bound trek through low country?!

A stone in the belly, dropped, Vigilance gently dissolved, With the mirage.

Briared Mind of Doubts, Who suffocates bramble-thirsting lone knee walkers, Cut away into meadow, Of Ease!

Of "Begin again," Of "War is over!" Of "Become anew,"

"We have been waiting, 10, 15, 20 years", "We were not allow'd to intervene."

"You had to learn for your self," "To find a way out," "Out and up!"

"We could use your type around here," Malted Barley Wind Sailor, "Where would you like to go first?"