We cry of change
one obsession
lends trepidation
houses rattle
foundations crack
when once we believe,
now fades quiet
in a breeze.
I do remember you
I won’t let a gale
distract memory
watching a lovely sunset
wish might find you
find her out there,
She once said
listen to the winds change,
what came to my mind,
I’ve listened to storms
since a young child,
I have not tried to imagine
adjusting the strength of Mother Nature.
only have I found the circle of time
will beckon heart and soul will climb
upon the waves of love
listen to the whistling song.
©️ Scott F Savage 4/2020
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