Wind
The sky is singing tonight
a song my mother once sang.
I wish it were singing to me.
Across the river, I can see the lights
they twinkle each with their own shine.
I wish they would shine for me.
Still, I have this moment
of stillness, just me and the wind
moving about me as if it knows
the space next to me should be yours.
Copyright © Sam Mayhue | Year Posted 2011
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