You had said
Our love is like the wind
But for us, the wind had died down
And someday, maybe someday our wind
Would blow again

The silence of our past
Is all that fills my ears
The sound of our wind
Echoes through the distance
Separated by time

With my heart, I could not see
The treasure hidden from my eyes
My eyes betrayed me
They seduced me, while
They kept my heart prisoner

My eternal lust for the past
The price of my ignorance
To one day, just one day
Have our wind raging
Through the sails of my heart

Poetry by Willem
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Written on 2017-10-24 at 07:15

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
A beautiful poem. How often we let the memories of the past keep us from seeing the open doors in front of our eyes. But, we don't always see with our eyes, but with our hearts.

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, Willem. The past is never silent, that was is, whispers in the, in to the air in the wind, be the wind a gental wispier, be it be a hureckin, wisdom, can come from the past