The Wind Song

I guess when the wind blows shaded memories and desires fill the mind.

The breeze, it's flowing gently whispering a song

Something close yet far away but still it's wrong

The essence of time carries the scent of the sea

While I remain looking out a window deeply

I see the wisps of sand coming inside the sill

I can touch the memories but they remain still

Wiping the glass, hoping to see some clarity

Is it real or imagining, this is my mental parity

Hopes and dreams bloom dark into the night

While my emotions sit silent without any light

A touch of a hand, a place to rest my head

Still a longing of love stuck and not fed

I am not wicked, I am not cold without any heart

Yet the wind blows softly with a constant depart

Held inside my mind my visions secretly remain

For that moment in time my heart can exclaim.