She Whispers to the Wind... it shouldn't be this hard
In her eyes you could see the pain
hands, limp from holding onto memories
soft voice, which can be heard whispering
to the night sky
She listens to the wind, for stories no one
else can hear
the spirits speak of change as she tries
to keep herself open, but the movement
can often send her into a spin
it's then she forgets about the lessons and
those whispers begin ....
I remember the detail of your shirt...
the color of your eyes, the way your
hands felt on my shoulders..
lower back ... and
god the way your lips.. set my
heart to match a desert thunderstorm
I see the clouds and drink their tears
I wake up and miss you just as much
now.. as then
Please.. I give myself up to the salamander
of the sky
I toss my loving heart into the lilac flames
of an August storm
Set me free to accept ... change
And so goes the songs of the night
heard only through the wind
with an open heart, a story of change
in the key of .... lonely
