A Song of The Wind

Attic window open in the night
as hinges creak
it's a dim swell of light
from the page, I raise my pen
is that your laugh, your voice I hear
blowing through the years

Is it you, is it you
or a song of the wind
it is you, is it you
well, I never know

I see the miles of white tiles
that infinite airport floor
where you left me statuesque
our future time without a date
that never came

The shredding of our story 
lost, somewhere in the night
amidst the terminal and the air
somehow I wanted to imagine more
that never was

Is it you, is it you
or a song of the wind
it is you, is it you
well, I'm never sure

I checked my post 
fifteen times this week
was that you I heard
addressing me with a howl
or a song of the wind
the only tune I hear these days

Thank you for the kisses
the love, the warmth you brought
all the jokes you shared
and your fingers in my beard
how could I forget

It's you, it's you
a song of the wind
always it's you
the warmest melody I've known

And on the wind
I hope your memory
will always blow
beside me...

 

(April 2019)

lost love

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Tom

Sun 31st Jul 2022 13:11

Thanks Jennifer and Ana for the likes on this one.

NOW with audio & guitar.

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