Sweeping across the horizon,

if not for shelter, a quiet seclusion

of reminder, the notion of change.

She once told me the winds were

offering new life, a different look

towards what once was so formal.

We could memorize our love so

passionate and revealing in its truth.

Yet, it’s now a solemnity is intrusive

within a whistling and demonstrative

howling upon a haunting imposition.

When silence can eerily tease the 

imagination to know forever winds.

Cast off heart and soul is love.