Whisper on the Breeze 0258 Current Version
Let's soar beyond ground limits, spread sure spore
of present joys till Death discards all we
could - would attain unchained. Life's mystery,
what lingers when Time fingers? no encore.
we soujourners transmit, on Earth no more
than memories ourselves - sighs swirling seas,
whirl winds twirling whisper on the breeze,
wishful thinking teardrops, summer pour.
Still, rarely still, soul seeks sense, reason for
its perch, its search, puts questions, answers sees.
Behind veiled door is there some secret key
unlocking life's chromatic scale, some score
whose unique sense decoded, finally
frees life's myrhh music, stirring symphony.