Wind, Blow Me Away

Softly, across the ground it moves through me
and, passing by, it draws my eye to you.
Whispers through the twisted leaves on your tree,
where your pale body sticks like shadows through.

Dear, I cannot remember what it is
to hold you, and to know that love is more--
Though you are here, more than life, more than this
Breath spent, sleep lost, tears shed; no more, no more.

But still I wonder where you sleep at night,
and with what great ease you lay your head down;
Though I'm saddened by your head and heart's plight,
I cannot disregard what is my own.

It's true I dream of you in shades of grey
Yet surely from my Self I should not stray.