As A Zephyr It Does Seem To Begin

As a zephyr it does seem to begin,
Takes soon the form of a swirling wind!
Wonder, does one, as to when it does end-
As do I- when do we meet again! ?

My best friend, now lost in her sea of deceit,
Await do I for the truth and her to meet!
Gone now, with my freedom, is my innocence-
Soon though she shall again see our love's magnificence!

My family, taken with nary a moment's hesitation,
The chilling call of the wayward eagle mirrors my frustration!
Go now swirling wind of unimaginable discontent-
So too shall then follow my heart's lament!

Winds of change shall allow for the realignment of fate,
Restore too the righteous love of my soul mate!

Maurice Harris,28 April 2008

poem by Maurice Harris
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