sometimes
the wind in motion brings wiffs of roses afar
they set my mind to dream mode
where I reach for stars out-of-sight

I wonder how you do?
what your day brings
and when you smile
what dreams flicker before your eyes

sometimes
the wind stops blowing
and i wonder where you go
or even dread that this maybe the end

time has engraved you in my heart
and I'd miss you dearly
but you were always free
a dove in the heavens
I could never be your captor

sometimes
I miss you so much
just a hellow would brighten my world
I shouldn't demand
you are free

but sometimes...I....

How sweet to know we're still around. Dented a little perhaps but still able to raise that familiar smile knowing we're still around.