The Wind I Trust Mistakes

To think of all that you have known. When coming I stop by. And trees I see they skirt the open sky. I look up when you in thought walk by. When I stop there to near the narrow edge. The church the steeple bell, the village square. People are to restless near to pass I often hear. And whether these are I, about your hand. They have a way with snow the dark I fear. The bushes there along the edge next spring. Layer after layer the wind I trust mistakes. The stream when frozen flows it smiles beneeth. Each promise never kept for miles and miles. Before I sleep when coming you, stopped by.