When The Wind

When the wind comes whisteling through the trees
And winter unfolds her blanket of freeze
Your name shall be carried on the breeze
As the night brings whispers like quiet moans
And I'm feeling forgotten and all alone
I shall picture your face therefore anywhere's home.

In the stillness of midnight on these long weary roads
Our hearts are the wheels which carried the load.
Bound by feelings clear and strong yet no inclination of where I belong

When the wind comes whisteling and it's colder than death
I shall live for your touch.................. with each misty breath.
2/24/88 Russia.