~for my superhero~

The loneliness of the warm wind

reminds me you are gone.

A grey shadow on a distant wall,

marks the time that has passed,

since your departure.



The wind has become my constant companion

fashioning lullabys

that whisper your name.

Singing softly of the love we knew,

I think of you,

on still-lingered cold nights.



A month of nights, a year of days,

how long must we wait,

for your return

to the place we once knew,

where life was love, and freedom was a song?



How long can we last,

in our cells, without windows?

We have been forced apart,

thru no desire of our own.



Oh wind, whisper to me,

can we return,

to life, and reality?

Give me a song,

set my heart free.