The weather is mild it makes my spirit wild  
The raging wind is running wild
with so much
Thoughts of you,
The rain has stopped for a moment
When I start to think of you  
Here come the blues
The wild wind is very far
from done when my spirit  
Is on the run
Your unbinding spells that
put me through so much hell
Weeping willows wave their
long tendrils of goodbyes  
This is a battle fought like the wild winds
Passionless bodies that envy
love With pointless dreams  
Like limbs that flaunt in vain in the rain
Such narrowness of fame of so much pain's
You have nothing to offer but wild winds.

Judy Emery © 1990
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Judy Emery