In response to daily post’s prompt : Depth
The poet is requesting the wind to blow gently:
Slowly, slowly, slowly blow O dear crazy wind
Midnight’s flute is playing
Be calm, be calm , O dear restless wind
I am the flame of the lamp, because of you I fearfully
stay awake alone
What’s on your mind I pray you quietly whisper in my ears
softly, softly, O crazy wind
Your string of verse in the distant forest
lands in the corner of my house
O restless wind I have
Something to say to the early morning star
accept those words quietly in your ears
O dear restless wind!
……………………………………… 🙂
Sabethville 