Where does the wind go?
Wind ruffles sparkling sea
Clouds drifting shadows. So sad
the last precious moments.
Is this really, really goodbye?
Waves flowing in and out
when they go and I am left alone,
who am I without them?
My two footprints on the sand
South wind blew white feathers
scattered them all over us
light as truth. So many.
We laugh, remembering good times
White feathers gently float
I watch them fade and disappear
Who am I on my own?
Caressed gently by the soft breeze