Where The Wind Blows Poem by jodde taylor

Traveling, high and low
just flowing, with the wind,
seeing, those old, friends, again,
wearing, a sweet, smile.

So long,
blowing song,
it's time, to say goodbye
where, different worlds met,
our eyes, there once, shined.

Where, the wind blows,
and the nights, shadow grows
in my dreams,
you'll always, be here with me.

Filled, with sorrow,
and the yields, of happiness
flowing, with cloudy sails,
and tall, pastured gold.

I'll see one day again,
remember, you are always fair
when, the shades of darkness
reach, for your hair.

Where the grey moon,
howls, on an old dusty chair
it won't feel like never
when I sing, this fine song.

I'll see you again,
where, the wind blows
such a sweet, combination
as, tears start to flow.

I'll remember you always,
where the wind blows
in lifted dust,
and cold falling snow.

The faces, I knew
as my trail, stood bare
there I'll see you,
in the ghosts, of till then...