Zephyr

A face, I see
For aeons,
Haunting Me
Through every nook, and
Every look
He stands there
Mocking me.

As a child,
With wee little smile,
Sat, sifting through the Sea, and
There he was watching me.

Years yonder,
I start to ponder
What the Zephyr
Means to me;
Gone about
I search and shout
For answers wanting me.

So in a bar,
During a swell,
I see him watching me;
So we talk, and
Have a walk,
During which
My foot mistook, and
He stood there mocking me.