Zephyr Poem by Jann Aquarius

Small whirl of wind is blowing,
My cheeks can feel them.
It makes my hair waving.
Obvious the world is revolving.
Yet endless stream of questions are flowing.
Why life seems unmoving?
Like a puddle at a standstill.
This is no way out into thrill
Can you save me from this ill?
Oh, my only dear!
Utter the words I long to hear.
Let your love be my cover.
Let it be our shelter.
Wherein we could both care.
My hope and heart are in tatter.
Blow my cheek again zephyr.
Your incantation may vanish
My despair