Seek Not My Heart

Oh gentle winds near moonlit skies,
Do not you hear my heartfelt cries?

Below the branches, here about,
Do not you sense my fear and doubt?
Side glistening rivers, sparkling streams,
Do not you hear my woeful screams?

Upon the meadows, touched with dew,
Do not you see my hearts into?
Beneath the thousand twinkling stars,
Do not you feel my jagged scars?

Seek not my mournful hearts kind breeze,
For you'll not find it amongst these trees.

It's scattered across the moonlit skies,
Accompanied by my heartfelt sighs.
It's drifting by the gentle rain,
A symbol of my silent pain.

It's buried near the meadow fair,
Conjoined with all the sorrow there.
It's lost among the stars this night,
Too far to ease my cold fright.

On gentle winds, seek not my heart,
For it has been torn apart.