Wafting In The Wind
Wafting In The Wind
by Charles E S Fairey
As the frankincense wafts in the wind
My soul floats across the void
Like a kite high high up above
As I think of all the beauty I do love.
As the frankincense wafts in the wind
My soul floats across the sky
The birds chirp and sing content
As I think of the world so silent.
As the frankincense wafts in the wind
My soul floats across the plains
The smoke takes away life's pains
As I hope for sunshine without the rains.
As the frankincense wafts in the wind
My soul floats across the seas
How quiet the Earth does seem
As if it were all just a dream.
As the frankincense wafts in the wind
My soul floats across the pages
As the book's leaves tremble in the draft
I think of all the joys of the past,
Oh how we laughed and scorned
But now at the Last, cometh the Dawn!