Our Winds

They may see sands and miss our winds Trails imply a path but not an end Futures are sold on the back of impending pasts I reminisce over mine and embrace each loss Eternal calls may now seem trite Endearing dues, once trying are searingly wise Pace a strand of mine with each emotion you seek Tell my tale with respect, let's dream... But rest me whole if cast aside I may see sense when broken doors screech Every sound may, with abundant regret teach Sounds retry as songs and recurrently as voices Each time louder...and less kinder