Wearful Heart Poem by markus clinton

Gentle winds neath moonlight skies, do not you hear my heartfelt cries? Below the branches here about, do not you sense my fear and doubt? Side glistening rivers, sparkling streams, do not you hear my wearful screams? Upon the meadows touched with dew, do not you see my heart askew? Beneath the thousand winking stars, do not you feel my jagged scars? Seek not my mournful heart kind breeze, for you'll not find it amongst these trees. its scattered across the moonlight skies, accompanied by heartfelt sighs. Its drifting in the gentle rain, a symbol of my silent pain. ohh gentle winds i seek my heart... for surely it hat torn apart.