I hear a moaning on the morning breeze,
Moist tears that are left as running sweet dew
If it’s your voice will you let me know please,
Are you trying to tell me what to do?
Are you trying to guide to where you are
So to find your secret hiding place now,
I can’t tell by the breeze of how very far,
Won’t you let me know the way there somehow?
I smell your fragrance delicate as a rose
The sun lights my path and soft warms my face,
Following the breeze, the warmth, and my nose
Hoping for finding your secluded place.
~ Before arriving there was the calm of noon.
~ So I returned to my dark realm of gloom.