The Sound of the Wind

Why does the sound of the wind break my heart?
It carries away the long-ago laughter
Of yesterday’s children
And flings it beyond my reach

The wind runs without a care
Along trails blazed by my mighty hunter
Brushing over the fields of your boyhood
As if your absence does not matter

Yesterday’s gentle breeze returns empty-handed
Fierce and without mercy
Its icy sting freezes my silent tears
That shatter upon a future that never was

The wind lies to me
Telling me it goes to where you are
It tosses treetops that sport leaves you never saw
It races through the yard as if you never existed
It blots out the noise of a world
Where you cannot be found
Where my boy once played
And it whispers to me of tomorrows
Without you.

-Kim Nolywaika

                                                                                    


As for man, his days are as grass:

as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth.
For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone;
and the place thereof shall know it no more.
Psalm 103:15, 16

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