Shaken Breeze

Cornfields whisper sweet nothings, The sun bashfully sings. You are the cause of pardon, To you the leaves are wings. Young men smile at your wit, As you steal my hair away. The hushed rain summons your command As you capture fearful gray. Clouds sway at your wish As my kite follows you. I hate now what has become Your powerful empty hue. No substance begs your reason, No soul knows your fears. I have never loved another, Who fell these shaken tears.