Poem2021-02-28T08:31:17+00:00

A Northwest Breeze

By: Stephen John Keating

For a short while my spirit freed.
A Northwest Breeze had cleansed the air.
I grasped at hope, a joyful deed
and opened my soul, so hurt, so bare.

For a short while my spirit, so young.
A Northwest Breeze had touched my heart.
I let slip the darkness to which I clung
and felt my hesitation so slowly part.

For a short while my dreams reborn.
A Northwest Breeze had brought me life.
Escaped my days, so bruised, forlorn
and touched my dreams, less pain and strife.

For a short while my thoughts took form.
A Northwest Breeze had gently caressed.
I thought of sweetness, so bright, so warm
Reached for innocence... and felt so blest.