I whisper once to warn the woman who wishes for the prize
The would-be worldly worshipper of what she can’t realize
Who welcomed weathered wonderment without a watchful eye
Whilst witchery was whittling another loathsome lie
And where we wander wants to wonder underneath its breath
Just why we walk the way we walk upon our way to death
And waves of weirdness waft around the workings of the mind
But it’s worth the while to wait for wisdom to wash away the blinds
And where and why and what we will, will words ever arise
To win the well-timed wedding of the wild and the wise
And will we all withstand the whirlwind that whips across the land
The wicked watchman weaves the well-planned wanderlust of man