Wherefrom do you come
O zephyr’s sweet fragrance?
Wherefore do you go
O purity’s balm mellow?

The senses tingle
In the wafting essence
Bathing in the calm
Delightful passing

At times faint or
Swiftly rushing
The timid pause gently
While the bravehearts rustle wildly

At zephyr’s behest
Keenly awake or dormant lie –
The mesmerising kiss of beauty and life or
The piercing shaft of doom and death.

via Daily Prompt: Unmoored