After you leave, I will become a
Alone on a hillside, loving wind and sun,
Waiting for you to return home to me
Though centuries of lonely stars may run.
I'll grow tall and give lots of
Sheltering birds and other bright-eyed things.
Pleased with all the progress that I've made,
I'll spread my leafy branches out like
But oh! Every moment of every
I'll miss you with the passion of the wind,
Gazing endlessly upon the way
That without you must empty, empty wind.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon