THE WIND WAS BLOWING

THE WIND WAS BLOWING
(to love)
Do you remember that time
we walked in the rain 
you counted your wounds
within the sorrow 
of the bruised sky.
Do you remember that time 
you carved the remembrance 
of stone, deeply within the veins 
of your dreams?
And the wind was blowing 
stinging your eyes 
and the wind was blowing 
chilling your heart
and the wind was blowing 
drying the tears off your
Face.