Vaughn Walker

Whispering Winds

Whispering winds. 

Fields of dark and grey.

I hearken back to you.

Hold me close to your chest.

Then it\'s gone.

 

From the foothills.

To the forests.

Life alive and well.

It moves ever shifting. 

With purpose, with aim. 

 

You never change. 

Atop the mountains.

Changing seasons. 

Unwilling to come down.

The thought last forever. 

You can\'t let go.

It\'s far too painful a thought.