On the Wings of the Wind

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.