Blowing in the wind

The sails wave through the wind’s lullaby,
Where anger and frustration gently subside,
Where people’s dreams rise and fall with the tide,
Here the silent whispers of time’s sands
Sleep, under the starlit meadow, where life boldly stands.

And here, gently mirrored in ocean’s eyes,
Sings the melody of a small bird as it flies,
Swinging beyond swaying canopies,
Directed to an unknown shore,
Flying towards warmer sands.

And a lady sits still by this sea,
She looks upon the dances of the waves,
And smiles with salt on her lips,
Wondering if true love really exists.
Her auburn hair rocks faintly in the breeze,
Her eyes are calm, her smile bittersweet.

And in an orchard, a young girl plays,
Delightful thoughts chasing her along life’s way,
Passing with laughter the time of spring’s days.
And soon a young woman will stand in her place,
With smiles curling on her lips, as childhood dies,
Leaving the place for a husband’s strong hands.

An old woman sits gently rocking in dusk’s breeze,
Her wrinkles carrying the hardships of life’s years,
Her eyes crinkled from the smiles and the tears,
Her hair flying from her face like wisps of weeds.
Her hands rest gently on her lap, still soft,
A jeweled ring curling around her marriage finger,
The promise of love after death safe in her heart.

And on the sunset-dipped curves of a hill,
Rest a thousand silenced dreams,
Between the graves sings a silent breeze,
It curls playfully on the cold, forgotten stones.
On the hushed faces of a million secrets, now alone,
Linger the traces of smiles and tears and lies,
Linger the trials of the struggle with mankind,
Linger the thoughts of the moment when life left them behind.