the enchanted wind

the wind sings a song

that speaks to my heartache

the rustling leaves

sink with my heartbeat

the whistles of the wind

feel like an owl's wing

in the night

touching me gently on the cheek

and hearing my cries

the enchanted wind weaves through

the strands of my hair

and wraps around my shoulders

holding me briefly

and letting me go

By: Gillian Marie Pearce