Gently on the Breeze

I searched for you all those times, When the sun shone down and the world seemed to stop. Those times when the joy passed into my withered heart, Asthough it was spoken gently on the breeze. My flaws melting away in moments of truth, While the spirits dance around in my head, Their voices penetrating my thoughts, Like daggers stabbing at my mortal sanity. I longed for the sparkle to return to your emerald-eyes, The way it loved me gently on the breeze. Staring at my misty reflections, Hoping for some clarity...some charity! Some more time to place my soul back into your arms. But always uncertainty floated, gently on the breeze, Bringing the storms to remind me of what I've become. Chasing my faithless quest to the dirty corners of deceit, Where the Spiders torment those ethereal bastards, Caught mercilessly in my web of reluctance... My web of hatred bleeding the scent, gently on the breeze. And it was gently on the breeze, that I whispered breathlessly, Vowing never to yield to Fate. 3 Oct 2004 (RSA)