Cool Breeze
Cool breeze blows
A change of seasons
Coming in like the morning fog
Over the river bend
the bridge in a haze
soft mists touch thy soul
As if to speak to me
This is not where you belong
I hear calling of my name
Blowing so gently
Towards the river below
Yet I hear the sounds
Of which I turn around
The fog lifts slowly
For I can begin to see
My calling is not complete
It’s not my time
The breeze pushes me onward
© cmwilmes