Wind of Leaves

Your love is like a wind of leaves.
Even when you are gone,
It follows after me.

I hear the crisp cool whoosh of the radio,
Spouting my truths,
In romantic verses that soul-sooth.

I see photos in my mind when I sleep,
That capture sweet joy,
Each time of day that I dream.

I smell things left behind,
Amidst your depart,
That lay in like a soft pine,
Comfort in a mellow dark.

When the breeze refreshes my supple skin,
I embrace the generosity of a heart-bound wind.