Zephyrs
Your words and pleasant zephyrs
Soothe tension in my back
In my shoulders . . .
�Relax,� they say,
A whispered word on the breeze.
�Relax and take it easy.�
I suddenly see behind your eyes again
And tension, balanced back to friend.
The gentle movement of my hair
Reminds of wind,
Of water,
Of air . . .
I dare not ignore Your speech
In pleasant zephyrs;
In the breeze.