The crow in the lilac tree

First was the wind, whirling up the sky, and a crow in a lilac tree-

What does it mean?

I’m stringing disconsolate pieces, faces, together with no meaning-

And I want yours only!

Women say I’m mad in brick locked-beautiful houses of cards-

Will you shut up? I’m trying to work the meaning of life out!

And then a leaf, blew straight to my feet, was soft and beautiful-

Was their any meaning to it?

At my place, in the sky, sat on a lime tree, a crow beckons-

Was it following me?

And not to find what I was looking for-

Winding wind