Soft as a whisper on welcoming ears,
Soothing as silk swaddling sensitive skin,
The Zephyrus winds wafting over my brow
Like smooth streams from strings
Of a sad violin.
And you are my Juliet, sweet and serene,
The joy of the morning,
Delight of my night.
My guide and my comfort,
Keeper of conscience,
The rhyme to my reason,
The left to my right.
And the west wind may claim you
As one of her own
So no one can hold you
Or build you a home.
And I’ll wait forever
If forever must be
For the zephyrs to bring you to me.
Sunset is fading and time holds the key
As I wait the west winds
To bring you to me.
Alone in the shadows I break down and cry
For a loss I can never deny.
And the west wind may claim you….
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