Zephyr
For my Zephr Angel of muse and light.
In this embrace of zephyr,
in gossamer wings of my thoughts—
I breathe your scent,
and feel your touch.
Your features glow
in the colors of affection.
Your touch caresses my soul
to phantom depths.
Once I have seen you cross
the harpooned-golden moon,
like swans swooning in grace
upon the glass lake.
Spellbound for ages,
I have longed and waited
for your glimpse once more.
Copyright © Peggy Bertrand | Year Posted 2007
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