And when the wind calls....

I heard her calling, over the mountains
The valleys echoed her gentle voice
my sleep was stirred , my eyes opened
when her voice touched my eyes like a gentle feather

it had been since long
I felt the thirst , I wanted a drink of her sight
gathering myself I visited the river side
again the wind had tricked me.

Since she left I have been lost
I search her for finding myself somehow
sometimes in joy and sometimes in pain
I cry , tear less

This is me

Words that touch, move, remind,reminiscent of gone by, they hurt
and your memories arrive, find me
remind me of pain and fade, like the winds touch and go
and i wake in my open eyed sleep