Winter winds

(A Dom)

Exile so gloomy at times
and you're longing for someone
to share your tears
someone to let go,
laugh, be still;
eyes to contemplate
hands to soothe your pain.

In the whirlwind of solitude
grief unheared of
and none to echo
that silent beat
in your breast,
but sheer sorrow
welling from the past
and memories undared.

Swept by the distant winds
can you hear from afar
children playing
in the golden leaves
whispers of hope
yet untold
in the dim morning light.