Imagine that
When the wind blew
It blew not for everyone
But Only for you
Not gentle or weak
This shapely breeze
But a storm that which
Your soul it did seize
A raging
Shaping
Changing
Typhoon
That mingled
With sunshine
And rained a
Yellow monsoon
Imagine then
That the wind it did cease
No more did you feel
It touch on your cheek
How quiet
The nights and days
Now that storm
Has subsided
Left only
With the trees
Their leaves
Unrequited