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This is another one I pulled out from my archives, written perhaps 8 years ago. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Cover me with softness 
run over my skin 
thru my hair 
sing me a sweet song of tomorrow 
let me forget my troubles of today. 
Carry forth the feather high, 
help the birds soar thru the sky 
move clouds along 
on their long journey 
As you move the ships at sea. 
Carry my prayers to God, 
bring his answers to my heart, 
ring your chimes and whistle 
As the trees and flowers dance for you. 
Fill the skies at night 
carry dreams to those who sleep 
fulfill my magic spells, 
the wishes of all the world’s children. 
As I grow old and weak 
And die under your breath 
Carry my soul and ashes with you 
Wherever you run to next.

Zephyr