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Saying Goodbye

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Yonder lies my love...
Away from where
The west wind blows...
Away from where
The fern tree grows...
Yet my heart
Will always know...
The pleasures of
Her loving soul...

A west wind is a wind that blows from the west, in an eastward direction. In Western tradition, it has usually been considered the mildest and most favorable of the directional winds.

In Greek mythology, Zephyrus was the personification of the west wind and the bringer of light spring and early summer breezes; his Roman equivalent was Favonius. In the myth of Cupid and Psyche, Zephyrus was the attendant of Cupid, who brought Psyche to his master's palace.

Geoffrey Chaucer wrote of the "swete breth" of Zephyrus, and a soft, gentle breeze may be referred to as a zephyr, as in Shakespeare's Cymbeline (IV, ii): "They are as gentle / As zephyrs blowing below the violet, / Not wagging his sweet head."

In his novel Fifth Business, renowned Canadian author Robertson Davies makes reference to "the zephyr of May" when describing the warm breeze that comes off the lake.
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Ferns in folklore and legends about mythical flowers or seeds.
In Slavic folklore, ferns are believed to bloom once a year, during the Ivan Kupala night. Although alleged to be exceedingly difficult to find, anyone who sees a "fern flower" is thought to be guaranteed to be happy and rich for the rest of their life. Similarly, Finnish tradition holds that one who finds the "seed" of a fern in bloom on Midsummer night will, by possession of it, be guided and be able to travel invisibly to the locations where eternally blazing Will o' the wisps called aarnivalkea mark the spot of hidden treasure. These spots are protected by a spell that prevents anyone but the fern-seed holder from ever knowing their locations.
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Saying goodbye to my wife and companion of 18 years and entering a new stage in my life...

In the end she lost her west wind/gentleness/love... though I longed to help her find it
In the end she was not mine nor was the treasure she held... though I longed to enjoy it for a lifetime

We were married May 8th 1999 and our marriage was survived by 3 beautiful children... the pleasures/fruits of her soul who I will raise and cherish always
Goodbye dear one and GOD speed :)

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