The wind howled yet again last night
And in its roar he heard her sing
And tears once more began to fall
As sadness made his old eyes sting.

Not once would he bid her song goodbye
Nor wish his tears would dry
Nor would he wish the wind to cease
Which carries the voice that makes him cry.

He is so sad and drained of chi
His is a fragile broken heart
He goes to write in his journal
But he no longer knows how to start.

©Joe Wilson – A fragile heart…2019