windows battered to the bone by weather’s
howl and the ageing journey, almost fleshless
after years of wild exposure to the elements
and misguided pain touched passion to find you.
Spirit finds its way into my dreams as i search
in precious memory for echoes of beloved you.
Today i cannot bear the sound of othersongs,
listen only to the roar of wind that sings of you
and shreds my bitter yearning like an empty rag.