Wind-Kissed 

Each petal in turn

plucked and born

on the wind of wishes

from a heart forlorn

takes flight in dream

and past all scorn

as a soul fishes

on an empty shore

Each glance in passing

Remembered and kept

is a memory stored

and a hope unmet

Yet a chance to know

and to make it known

is a good reward

and better than regret

Gather the flowers

into your fist

Give each stem

a wishful twist

Break gently the past

and let a new day take flight

with whispers, wind-kissed

and the future set right