Upon Whistling Winds

Title: Upon Whistling Winds

Author: Hawk

Upon Whistling winds,

A hint of dawn wrestles flowers,

To yawn and stretch their wings across the grass;

Catching toes in gentle whisper.

A storm carries the night,

To a land of High winds,

Where a man stands at the edge of a castle,

Crying, "Where is the one..

For whom my heart mourns.."

The man..

Distant and faded,

With a single spark of spirit,

Kissed the sky with outstretched hands,

And was seen no more.