Russell G. Robison

THE MAGIC IN THE WIND

In the passing of the wind
I smell the fragrance of her hair
My thoughts return to better times
When she was always there

Oh how her touch still lingers
In the shadows of my mind
For when she held me in her arms
A shelter I did find

What magic potion did she have
That gave me solace fair
With her there was no darkness
And a peace beyond compare

I find her everywhere I go
And feel the breeze go by
She was a special angel
And she taught my heart to fly