Wind

the wind sings during the day

as the clouds swirl around

light passes through

ever changing is the sky

my thoughts are moments

carried by the wind

dark grey is the afternoon

a band of gold the skyline

cherish old memories

and make good anew

a parting thought

the clouds sunshine

Memories of time

memories 

the reflections of time

distance themselves 

to an unknown place

upon the upheaval 

of memory

 

lost are the stars

to which we call home

trying to find ourselves 

when dreams end

life begins 

a new story

 

what shapes our soul

is it the experiences we have

that help us realise 

our true purpose in life 

or is it the realisation

that all this can change