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Upon a Twirling Zephyr's Wing

(a Terzanelle)



She softly whispered, "Come to me..."

upon a twirling zephyr's wing.

She softly whispered, "Come to me."

When fading winter turned to spring,

the lonely cry within her words

upon a twirling zephyr's wing

by passing April clouds was heard...

as empathetic rain did pour;

The lonely cry within her words

then slowly drifted … towards shore.

This midnight maiden's tender plea

as empathetic rain did pour,

was carried onward from the sea...

and as he woke from restless dream,

this midnight maiden's tender plea

fell gently from a moonlight beam.

She softly whispered, "Come to me..."

and as he woke from restless dream...

She softly whispered … "Come to me."





© Ravenne