The Wind is ever calling me

Shouting out to me

To return to what was before

The South Wind brings warmth

And light

To the dark places of my world

It is ever calling me

Saying to me

To return to what was before

To live in happiness

And security

But I cannot return

When the North Wind blows

It takes away all sense of comfort

And heat

It has a cold voice

Hard and menacing

It is ever calling out to me

Whispering to me

To return to what was before

To finish the task that was begun

But I cannot return

The Eastern Wind is one of joy

And passion

A burning love for someone who

Has the same love for me

It is ever calling out to me

Crying out to me

To return to what was before

To love and live

With ardor and infatuation

But I cannot return

When the Westerly Wind picks up

Blowing through the trees

I recall the times before

Home and familiarity

Tranquility and peace

But that is not all there is

It is ever calling out to me

Telling me

To return to what was before

BUT I CANNOT RETURN

so i look to the future