Zephyr in the sky I hear you falling,

Windy days are rolling,

Come on bring me down.

When my watery eyes can see you calling,

Hear the engines roaring,

I just want to fly.


Zephyr’s cloud of steam has just stopped forming,

Thunderous and stalling,

Will it come on down?

Will my misty eyes still hear you falling?

See the prisoners fawning,

Yearning for the ground.


Zephyr way up high, your shadow’s nearing,

Sunny haze is calming,

Don’t you bring me down.

Are the neon lights and bombs you’re hoarding?

Meant for children only,

Longing to be found.




Author: Anita Lubesh

I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now.. I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog. I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.

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