Our windblown lives: they take us here, they take us there
The past fades into blurriness, and disrepair
The you and I that was, was never meant to last —
Within eternal autumn, chill and overcast
I sense you still beside me in my distant dreams
I know that all is long-since lost, not what it seems –
But something of that time still breathes; it still survives —
A dying leaf from pages of
Our windblown lives
2 thoughts on “Our Windblown Lives”
Beautiful. Including the title.
Thank you, Lola. I loved this photo when I saw it, and this poem came out the other side.