The Mistal Wind

The Mistral Wind The mistral wind blows in from a sea of sparkling blue I hear it whispering her name. it takes me back in time Her last touch as we embraced at our final rendezvous She was the love of my life, she was perfect and divine The mistral carries droplets that fall cool upon my face Like early morning dew as we strolled the misty glade The way she used to walk, with such elegance and grace Her bewitching sultry smile, which seemed to never fade Haunting fluted notes are carried on the mistral breeze They rise and curl as wraiths from the deep ocean floor I recall when she went sailing on the unforgiving seas To become the ocean’s victim, there to rest for evermore Her voice drifts on the mistral, she speaks to me again! The words are soft and clear, she is calling ‘Come to me’ To hear her voice once more, it fills my heart with pain But I know I’ll soon be with her, as I walk into the sea..