On the wings of the winds

That stealthily soar above

I lay the unsaid words

Of my lonely, haunting love.

        Where can she be----

        The love I have not met?

        For, all the lost and mislaid hours

        Can only cause regret.

Oh, could I speak

And tell her of my yearning,

Desires to have and hold,

The fire within me burning!!!

        Where can she be----

        My love, as yet unseen?

        On treach'rous mountain roads

        My thoughts of her careen.

But, alas----

My soul can only sigh

And lay these unsaid words

On wings of winds, on high,

        Since I have failed,

        (And failure brings regret)

        To find my one true love----

        The love I have not met.

By L, B. Strawn

September 20, 1987

    Pure fiction.