Cold Winds Blow

Sing, sing, sing to me 
wind's of time 
lost and long ago 
memories haunt 

Now I stand mean and hard 
Ready to meet the uncertain 
Inner crys collide 
Making me wonder 
If there will ever be another 

I cry more 
Tears of rain 
November's rain 
Wounded and withdrawn 
Protective shields becoming sanctuary's 

Keeping away betrayals 
Before chance gives way 
Never wanting to confident 
Another. 


By: Bernice Bowling