She lies awake in the night, a child
listening to the weeping trees.
The winds caress the outside window
a pleading, yearning, begging breeze.
She hears the world around her softly,
an echo of a life she knew
but the memories fade and are forgotten
with the fading of the morning dew.
One day she peers into the dark
and her love is again awoken.
She wonders why she so long suppressed
the longing, desire and the deep emotion.
And again she hears the call
that was long unheard but not unspoken.
She embraces the world she'd thought she'd lost,
a soul repaired but not unbroken.