the wind has seeped inside my heart.
The memories drift in and out.
I hear your voice,
inside my head.
There's an ache inside my soul,
the scar is open,
I long for you.
I miss home,
walking through the door
into peace and chaos at the same time.
Mom would welcome me with an embrace
and dad's eyes would twinkle with love.
The smell of baking,
the smell of holiday cooking,
stuffed in my senses,
all the smells of my life.
The memorial candles are lit tonight,
as I whisper words of love.
In my dreams your wings carry me,
when I awaken I try to scatter seeds of happiness.