Gone

She was like one taking to air on a wing, Ensuing years cried out, show us your face. As we languished behind feeling time's sting, Zephyrs were carrying her from place to place. The wind constantly whispered to us her name, Periodically it seemed to appear as a gust. And many years later our prayers answer came, Because for her, in God, we'd placed our trust. Shirlene was lost to us for many years.