Carried By The Wind

By the silver shore, where the waves kiss sand,  

The call of a lone wolf howling into the night, 

Met with only the silence of the moon.

The laughter heard, a breeze that rustles the trees.

Each morning, the sun would rise with your grace,  

But I was the shadow that followed, out of place.  

You were the ocean, vast and free,  

I was the pebble, longing for your sea.

A bee hovering around a blossom, drawn by the scent, 

but the flower remains still and unchanged.

A sunflower bending towards the sun, 

But its light shines brightly on all without notice.

On the final day, beneath the crimson sky,

The wind spoke, soft but shy. Its gentle smile, like the evening dew,

Said, "You’ve not yet lived, My Dear. 

Let the wind carry you until it brings you back to me."

I drifted away, like a leaf on the stream,  

Your kindness a ripple in my fading dream.  

The world carried on, as nature does,  

But I remained still, lost in what never was.