That year, an affectionate gust of wind blew,
Through the garden of June flowers in full bloom.
A blossoming smile that so briefly shined,
Whose visage was embeded in eyes and in mind.
That year, an affectionate gust of wind swept,
Through life like a helpless leaf, only sadness was left.
The weight of regret made footsteps slow, dull, and heavy.
Like a mournful insect in rain, sluggish and unsteady.
That year, an affectionate gust of wind fluttered,
Through the white sail of youth, of past things once uttered.
The boat of memory drifted into a sea of delight,
A promised land vaguely in reach and in sight.
Yet trying and failing, lost again and again.
After all attempts unable to arrive at the end.
That year, an affectionate gust of wind rolled,
Amidst the Rosemary, poetic in whole,
One midnight in tranquility, asking for answers told,
Oh Gods of the heavens, who shouts with spirit so bold?
For which is the eternal companion for the lonely soul?