Is it only the Windsong’s that lifts the heart and mind,
The journey of love and the loss thereof,
That brings a notice and grateful cheer,
To words that I may write.
Was it only a time when songs they sounded,
Clear and did remind,
And rhymes of days in lost past times,
That made you shed a tear that night.
Could it be that words they matter,
That neither voice nor song,
Will lift your spirit above the clouds,
Where winds did sail along.
When was the point where you did hear,
The soft sweet sirens song,
Which filled the night that moments shattered,
Love lost hearts and nights so long.
I did betray the vision of love
The times when boughs did sway
And winds within our sacred hearts
Had carried us away.
And if I set to bended knee,
Would you remember then,
That time when deep within your heart,
You tried to make amends.
My memory holds the moment still,
Deep within my soul,
When you forgave my deeds of past,
Through cleansing tears so long ago.
For if words matter and you hear,
The sadness in my call,
You’ll know that days long in our past,
Are memories sweet of times now gone.