The Wind

By Ouida Jade Turner

 

There is no way to the right

There are several to the wrong

I’m waiting in the dark and cold

To see you listen to my song

But I already know

You’ll see me but you won’t be there

My strong voice is reduced to a whisper

And you’ll but faintly hear me blow

Suddenly you turn your head

As if I’d been wrong about you

For a moment you dive your eyes down mine

And I cannot but love you too

But then another voice rings out

And you turn away from me

My heart bleeds out and then dissolves

Into an invisible sea

 

And the only thing that remains for me

Is once more to play the role of the wind

While you are blind and I can’t see

You can be touched but never be

Moved

By the wind

 

Photo: Georgie Pauwels via Creative Commons and Flickr