Half tones

by John Smallshaw
(London, England)

If I should blow away
stow away upon the gentle breeze
Please
do not weep for me.
For I shall become the dawn
the newborn
and return once more
to walk lightly on the shore beside the gentle sea.

Galilee calls me and it befalls
that I must leave
the gentle breeze that separates
evaporates
and in my eyes
a heaven waits
for me.