be the lady of the wind
how she cometh and goeth
stroking masculinity frail
tempting a muted soul to wail.
Where be thyself?
Oh! lady of the wind!
Drowned shadows weep under breathless trees
blearing reticent summer memories .
Beautiful lady of the wind
eyes bright changeth somber
over sins fantasized of poetic words
aimless thoughts cold from an obscuring sun.
life to never be the same
while your heart vacillates
like the tide by the seashore
that you so wildly long for.
How I fell so in love with thee
enraptured by a romantic novel
with words bleeding off torn pages
and every drop fills an empty crippled spirit.
My lady of the wind
beautiful as you may be
I can hear you crying
through this lonely passage drowned in
shadows that weep under breathless trees.
When shalt thou find peace?
Find it in me if all else fails
for my imperfections are a spec
to pain caused by the undeserving.
My touch hinders your rage
forgetting how we lived before love.
Oh! Beautiful lady of the wind
do not lift your comfort from me
stroke this masculinity frail,
fill my crippled soul with bleeding words
torn from pages of a romantic novel
where endless sunsets recollect our unabridged love
withering the wind until you fall in my arms.