"The ANTIDOTE of the ZEPHYR"
Tonight I lie here on this prairie,
Covered with a blanket of stars.
Consolin' my hurt heart so weary,
Lickin' opened wounds an' scars.
Your relinquished Love forces acceptance,
Vanity has forced behavior.
Memories force reflectance,
Grief felt sorrow my only savior.
Ridin' this line repairin' fence,
My thoughts randomly insane.
From the day you left ever since,
Experienced never before such pain.
Moonlit stars reflect your smile,
The suns rays melt away my hurt.
Ahead the line disappears in miles,
The thaw soaks my bandana an' shirt.
Deceased dreams consume thoughts an' speech,
My frailty nourished by anguished throe.
Our sacred vows you abandoned an' breach,
The prairies' zephyr my antidote, I trow.
By Jim "Ish" Fellers
Copyright ©: December 30, 2003 ~ Tuesday