I wish for a cool light breezy chant,
shadows cast on a warm spring day,
a light touch of warmth on my carefree sun kissed skin.
Where is thou light touch,
that warms my soul?
Where is thou sweet scent,
that beckons me to love?
The sharp cool air bruises.
Its silent whispers echoes the winds of winters harsh blows.
Why must you be so careless?
To revel in the mercy of my forgiveness.
I need not catch up after myself,
I have already been kept silent.
My wish for you now,
oh whipping winds so careless and unforeseen,
is that you may not find me here again,
for I shall soon vanish.
shadows cast on a warm spring day,
a light touch of warmth on my carefree sun kissed skin.
Where is thou light touch,
that warms my soul?
Where is thou sweet scent,
that beckons me to love?
The sharp cool air bruises.
Its silent whispers echoes the winds of winters harsh blows.
Why must you be so careless?
To revel in the mercy of my forgiveness.
I need not catch up after myself,
I have already been kept silent.
My wish for you now,
oh whipping winds so careless and unforeseen,
is that you may not find me here again,
for I shall soon vanish.


