Standing soft
atop bending blades
Fresh, in scent laced,
evening dew
Holding my heart still,
staring high
Slowly sweeping
the stars for you
No sign though,
not even a breeze
Where did you go?
When did you leave?
Born to breath,
there must be more
It’s hard to believe
Too wrong to swallow
We were for “just a while
Lying cool, flush with the wind
Willing a vision, willing a lie
To hold tight, to hold again
But Silence burns such fantasy
Reminding my heart, my hurt
You are no longer here with me
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