When The Wind Returns Poem by Eric Cockrell
When The Wind Returns
a soft strong voice called me,
a voice i'd heard before
but couldnt quite remember...
and my spirit rose from my body,
and left through the bedroom window
without looking back...
there is a space beyond the stars
in the darkest sky... a place
beyond the mind's understanding...
when light returns to darkness
and is reborn.... in tiny particles
of dust that gather and are formed....
a song that has no human words...
but is known and knowing... and
can only be played by human hands...
i do not know... dont have to!
but i know beyond knowing...
and have drank water from that brook...
when the wind returns, so will i...
i need no name, no familiar face...
you'll know i'm there when you breathe!
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8/28/2026 1:15:12 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Like a song.Saga of past sorrows which come in between life when we try to forget it for better.But the salt of life is sometimes only not enough.Situations repear history again.Wind that comes always takes away something from one for another but also leaves something.The question remains if we are satisfied with wind`s aftermath that comes in almost everyone`s life.And we are not prepared to face it second time being weary of losses.This time the mind wants to run away.From name.From known faces to efface something that was so long in between those mysterious stars in the sky.