Sweet winter wind, please lead me home
Back to the place I long to roam
Where hills are etched in shades of green
And waters travel crisp and clean
Escort my heart, so I may rest
Where stillness triumphs o’er each test
Please lead my soul with all your might
For I have lost the will to fight.

Sweet winter wind, I pray you’ll blow
Your backing may be all I know
My eyes are tired; my soul is weak
I am without the strength to speak
My words could never share the void
Left when the things I once enjoyed
Became the brunt of grief and stress
Risking my bliss and happiness.

Sweet winter wind, please join me here
To cast aside my doubt and fear
So, I shall once again be free
To face the days ahead of me
Dear wind, please blow across my life
Restore my soul, well marred by strife
Command my heart from ‘cross the blue
For my future depends of you.

© 2006 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection