The Wind Carries a Song

the last time

you and I 

saw the night sky

i recall our song 

the wind sang.

i knew it would be 

the last time

i saw you.

i stayed up late 

watching the rise and fall 

of your gentle breathing. 

in the morning 

clouds yielded 

to the sun’s reign 

golden streaks of warm

slowly licked its glow 

across your face 

and the bare of your neck

just like the kisses 

i planted there hours ago

you stirred ....sighed and shifted...

leaning back as though to bask 

in that glorious light

you were most beautiful then

eyes shut

mouth in your halfway smile

my final gaze of you

i pulled back

slowly away

peeling off you 

off your warmth

that wrapped me 

when around you

it was cold outside that day

perhaps its the cold 

of when you are not here...

i hum to forget  

you and the cold...

would my whispers 

make their way to you

each dawn break 

carried by the wind’s flutter 

ever so slight

listen

to the morning birds song...

to my mourning birds song...