Zephyr Poem by John Powers

Juggernaut clouds and a lake of boiling silver under a setting sun,
the veils of rain fall

a curious girl on the shore of a dream, her hair buffeted,
her arms folded and heart crossed

churned waves shatter upon the walls of the sea,
there is only the sound of fury

gales tear stones to sands and mists with a roar,
a war twixt two who are one

and the time must come when a boy must bare his soul to the sun
and the girl
her heart to the wind.