Winds of Change

a lost love story - short and sweet

Her name, 

carried by the evening breeze

Swept past the cherry tree

and danced around the dark

vacant walls of the old Hanson place. 

I could hear it still as it 

lunged into the canyon below, 

And it echoed in my ears like a lost love.

 

From the darkest corner of my mind

And the brightest spot in my heart

Memories came crashing around me. 

I closed my eyes which only

breathed new life into every scene. 

Here, under the yellowed glow of a street light, 

I stood and I waited. 

I whispered, "don't go," and flung

My arms wide �" as though 

I could capture her name in the wind. 

Garbage drifted through the air

And I gazed at an old man 

Walking his little dog down the street

He didn't look at me.

 Was I really there? 

Maybe I was just a dying name in the wind.