Back in college, I used to write alot of stories and some poetry. I was cleaning out my office and came across a folder of old poems. Most were to girls I had crushes on that never made it to them. Some were just bad, but this one I kept looking back to. The original title was "Without Rhyme or Reason." That is the only change I made, hope you like and would love feedback. Now I take you back to 1995
“The Wind”
The autumn wind stirs in the night
Causing the leaves to awaken from their sleep
They yawn and stretch in all different directions
And without warning it dies down again.
It has no rules to follow
It can come and go when it want to
The wind is free to roam,
Into the corners where little hands can’t reach
Into a place where the sun’s rays don’t go
Into the hearts of a young couple in love
For the very first time.
Her hand is cold in his
He holds her coldness close to his heart
Trying to keep her warm
Protecting her from the cold evil.
His life is short and he wants to live
Making the most of his time with his love
Her eyes are two pools of endless sapphire
He stares into them, unable to let go
She blinks and a tear rolls away
Her heart is aching
He knows it is
And there is nothing wither can do to stop the pain
Their hands are forever embraced
They are one body, one mind, one soul
Any, they are falling apart
Slowly…
The wind is stronger then before
Her hair flows naturally
She knows she must go
There is no other choice left
Their choices are down to none
So, she leaves
Unable to keep going on with the pain
She turns away and like the wind she is gone
The leaves are all that remain
Circling left and right
They have no real direction, but she does
A tear flows from his eye
His heart can live no more
She has left and is gone forever
His eyes close and he breathes no more
Laying amongst the leaves that fell from the trees
His eternal dream is of her
And the wind.
Frank J. Messina
April 21, 1995
Quote: "But only in their dreams can men be truly free. 'Twas always thus, and always thus will be."
Tennyson?
No, Keating.
