Call of the wind

Cold in the air that night
Blue is the sky
All you can hear are the people rushing by.
Alone at my wind I stair at the Moon
Hoping that someone would be coming soon.
A sound in the dark awakes in the night the person I love whispers good night.
A kiss on my cheek feels real as the sun. But the wind is that voice that has just come and gone.
In the moonlight it calls my names it sings a sad song of sorrow and pain.
In the morning with clouds of due it sing of love it has for you. The wind tells a story all the time a story of life like yours and mines. You must listen closely to keep it dear and lock it away inside each tear.