ZEPHYR
Oh eyes that witness now
My sorrow;
Whose stares shall ask me why,
Know my soul
Can't seem to hold
These dreadful tears I cry.
Talk not of me in sneaky whispers
One being to the other,
But pray for me
On bended knee
One friend with another.
Know I wait for blessed peace;
A kind that love shall send
As precious as the softest song;
As gentle as the wind..
A breeze
That blows
To bring me ease;
A touch that calms my pain..
The sweetest wind;
The purest friend
And Zephyr is its name.
A kiss it is
I cannot see
But one I know is real,
A whisper that my ears can hear;
A breeze my soul can feel.
Speak not of me
In dreadful ways
For soon my pain shall cease
And once again,
I'll know of bliss
And feel the breeze of peace.
~T.S. Wilkins~
