Sweet Wind

Sweet Wind
By Quizmo LaGrande

Tell me a story,
Oh, whisper it sweet,
Of love and the evils
That truth can defeat;

Tell me of tales
No one believes,
Love-at-first-sight
And all it conceives.

It happens, you know,
A jolt—lightning strike,
As sure as wind blows
Or serpent will bite.

Turn around and behold,
One brave afternoon,
The eyes of another
To whom you must swoon.

Tell me, oh, why
Must mysteries exist,
Cause havoc and mayhem
Yet fill us with bliss?

Dear whispering wind,
Gust past storm and lust
Blow to me gently
These tales I must trust.