“ with in the wind “

as I sit within my room and watch for the wind

I see her she sits across the way from me

I see her move within the wind

she loves to dance for me you see

I’ll take my cup in hand

I’ll walk around the yard and pick at weeds

as I listen for a certain voice within the wind

the days they now linger as Spring has ebbed

and Summer grows nye there’s a sadness

that carries within the wind for she’s not there

a lingering void for once was is no more

the wind still visits its rhythm now silent

my favorite tree still dances for me

from across the way I will smile

my pleasures now few

my joys be simple

I think it will be in the early morn

when the light first comes

I see her awaken stretch and yawn

as she begins to move

to that silent rhythm I will only feel

and so with cup in hand I’ll walk about

and listen for what’s not there