in the gusting winds
the constant clang of wind chimes
echoes your absence



night slowly
drawing shade
skin savoring
each gracing breeze
the trees rustle
cryptic conversations
among themselves
asking about
the soul who wanders
and where is the other
close your eyes
you’ll hear the ocean
too much car commotion
looks off to what
he thinks is west
that would be
the place to rest
the breeze gone
a stillness settles
stars fixed
clouds drifting
not yet lifting