May Winds

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

As the Winds die down

I feel a breeze on my face
Softly at first
Like a feather down from a newborn chick.

As the wind picks up
Brushing my face
With a force that I’ve never felt before.

I wish to turn away
But every time I do
I can only think of you.

And as I think of you
The wind howls in my ear.

The sound is debarring me
From hearing your voice again.

As the wind settles down
I can feel my tears fall and mix
With the rain.


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