Poem #17: On The Wind

Ever do I see

heather in the wind

blowing through my hair

tangling in my fingers.

Ever do I hear

whistles on the wind

twinkling in my ears

playing in my head.

Ever do I taste

rain on the wind

stinging in my mouth

floating in my chest.

Ever do I feel

heartbreak on the wind

curling 'round my shoulders

lifting me high.