My dear I love you
As though the wind would never touch the Earth again;
the sweet sting of farewell riding its back
longing and precious as it sings for the last time.
The last tree is fading from the land with no wind
to be taken back into the fold of ashes
and when it is broken all the rest will follow.
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 9:03 PM UTC
My dear I love you
As though the wind would never touch the Earth again;
the sweet sting of farewell riding its back
longing and precious as it sings for the last time.
The last tree is fading from the land with no wind
to be taken back into the fold of ashes
and when it is broken all the rest will follow.