Just another love poem... maybe you can help me make something of it. This poem looks like I have regressed to my early writings... eleven years ago.
THE WAY OF THE WIND
The way of the wind
on a warm rainy night
moans memories down my lane
The say of the wind
in the mouth of the night
scrapes branches on my window pane
The sway of the wind
in the dark of the night
sings lullabies to pillow ears
The lay of the wind
in the shank of the night
soothes my heart and steals my tears
The whispering wind
in the silence of the night
haunts my empty, lonely arms.
-Dewell H. Byrd
THE WAY OF THE WIND
The way of the wind
on a warm rainy night
moans memories down my lane
The say of the wind
in the mouth of the night
scrapes branches on my window pane
The sway of the wind
in the dark of the night
sings lullabies to pillow ears
The lay of the wind
in the shank of the night
soothes my heart and steals my tears
The whispering wind
in the silence of the night
haunts my empty, lonely arms.
-Dewell H. Byrd