Secrets

When the wind carries your secrets, does she whisper my name? Does the pronunciation of each letter send a shiver up your spine? Does the rhythm of my name haunt your every mistake?

When the wind whispers secrets from what she’s picked up, are you brave enough to hear? Do her words cut you like a knife? Do you bleed from her cries?

If the wind could whisper secrets…Do you suppose the birds can sing them too? Every chirp is another heart break, and every harmony is like day break.

What if the wind could whisper your secrets back to you? Perhaps that’s what happens when nostalgia is in the air. As if the wind is caressing us with her past glow…who’s to know.

If the wind could carry your secrets, would you pull out her seat? Would you make her comfortable with a cup of tea? Would you allow her to brush the hair off your cheek while displaying mischief.