Poetry: Blind Romance

The wind it howls
through the trees
as I’m crumpled
on wounded knees.

My mind is lost
to the sky
mingles with you
way up high.

Time is thieving
stealing days
rotting my hope
so love decays.

My soul tormented
through the years
suffering silence
burn my tears.

The wind it howls
through the night
scatters careless
my loveless plight.

I seek the courage
I seek the chance
To run and embrace
this blind romance.

Though not a daily
tale to tell
my dream it lives
I know it well.


I'd Love To Hear Your Comments!