The Jealous Breeze
Sky so blue and clouds so white
I dread the hour it turns to night.
Outside where the breeze blows free
Nature calls beckoning me.
This day so perfect and so right
Quickly turned black as midnight.
As the breeze spoke to me
"Hurry, Hurry you must flee!"
The gentle breeze became a gust
As I answered, "Why do you say I must?"
The gust became an icy breath
As it whispered "Run from death."
At this I turn and flee
From the black figure approaching me.
I ran through new woods and fields
With the black rider at my heels.
The wind grew swift
As I approached the unseen cliff.
Blindly I ran on
One more step and I was gone
But before that step, I was caught
By the black figure that yelled "Stop!"
The wind howled and pushed and shoved
As it screamed "I kill what's loved"
Alive, I was carried, shocked and amazed
Slowly back from my eluded grave.
As I turned to see
The man who rescued me,
He leaned down to say
"Don't fear my love I've come to stay"
As we rode off I knew Shakespeare was right.
Love can be found in love's first sight.