The winds blew today through my hair,
as I choked on regrets from the old tears.
I silently swore to never see the rain again,
as it kept banging at my doors of life.
To get the giving of my hands,
for I spent a long life giving.
I never could see the rain again,
with its winds and drops of life that
enliven the souls around me, as
I could never love again.

The shadows whisper in silence,
as the howling winds echo
through the once lived rooms.
The winds strip off the warmth
away from my skin, as I sleep
while my pockets are empty
from the deep regrets.
My ropes of longing, now
frayed at the ends,
yearns to see the life again.
Unspoken words of mine
amplify the silence of the room.
The closet in the darkness,
now encapsulates the memories,
of the once lived pictures of warmth.
The room that once lived, now
live to see the ominous silences.

The little drops dance on my roof,
while the frogs sing akin a silly goof
as tiny fairies hum their hymns,
as the lakes flow with my whims,
while I enjoy nature's little spoof.