Chasing Wind-Ian Munywe

CHASING WIND-IAN MUNYWE A time will come , when you long to see. These kind eyes, this Apollo that tries. But Lo! It will be, chasing wind. A season will present itself, when you yearn to hear this voice. Soft and soothing, it shall be a battle you are losing. Lo! It will be, chasing wind. A dawn is looming, when you will be weening this scent. A sophisticated hillbilly`s, one with a preference for chilli. Lo! it will be, chasing wind. A spell is drawing near, when you will easily slay to feel. The warmth from my sternum, the charm columns in my palms. But Lo! It will be, chasing wind. An epoch is approaching, when these sentiments will linger. In your mind`s deepest thoughts, in your spirit`s highest courts. But Lo! It will be, chasing wind.