THEN I THINK OF YOU
The winds of time
keeps tossing my
hair,
you get tangled
in it,
then I think of
you.
Soft breezes
whisper
your name,
a name etched on
the pages of my
heart.
I feel your passion
from yesterday,
yesterday when we
loved so completely.
The winds of time
keeps tossing my hair,
I get misty
then I think of you.
copyright by heather burns