Winds

Weeping winds come to me
They cry of an empty space in a heart
Deep, cold and lonely
Such sad pain in a chosen soul
I cry too, and sorrow floods hope
Even so, hope does not drown
The winds thank me as a confident
Slowly they begin to drift away

Whispering winds come to me
They speak of undying hope in a heart
Strong, believing and thankful
Such an admiring quality in a chosen soul
I see it too, and gladness steps in
Even so, sorrow does not leave
The winds thank me as a listener
Slowly they begin to slip away

Wondering winds come to me
They sing of grand happiness in a heart
Love, giving and care
Such goodness in a chosen soul
I know this too, and joy overwhelms me
Even so, I know of it only in dreams
The winds thank me for being there
Slowly they begin to fade away

© 2022 Loly Rinn
From a personal anthology of bygone poetry
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