Gentle Winds of Change

As the sun arises and warms the earth,
I travel my way to this day yet to be.
Gentle winds brush my hair and mind
As I wonder "Why?" and what to see.

Seems all in life has gone wrong,
Inspirations and hope now long gone.
Life just isn't right in this early light,
Yet the gentle winds caress me again.

As the air moves over my face,
Peace slips in without a trace.
For you see, I am reminded again,
Of friends who care are for me.

One special person has cracked the door.
The door I have kept locked all these years,
Now beginning to slide ever so slowly.
I tremble at the thought he will open my door.

Temptation and fear blending into one,
For this man at my door knows not,
Yet knows more each time we meet.
The gentle winds whisper…be not afraid,
Just let it be.

© 2002 Cindy Pannill