I close my eyes,
--carefully listening to the wind
---that carries your voice to my ears.
To love the sound
more than the sight,
seemed impossible.
Yet it feels right.
I wish to travel
in your direction,
closer to the sound,
That I yearn for.
It is when I am steps away
that I realize;
I'm lost in the middle of the wind.
Your voice is gone from it.
