Pretend the Wind

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Pretend the WindPretend the wind isn’t really getting colderIt’s a warm breath on my shoulderFrom the sweet water creek where she used to wash her hairIt’s the scent of cotton candyThe night I kept binaca handyWhen she was in the kissing booth at the county fairPretend the wind is blowin’ by Shelby riverAnd when she began to shiverThe old coat I gave her meant more than a diamond ringIt’s the pine trees by the chapelWhen she blushed like a candy appleAs we drove off in that Chevy Sprint late one SpringWind can carry an old song from a radio blocks awaySo I’ll listen and dance with her back through the yearsWind can sound like the voice of one who should be here todaySo I’ll whisper to it then let it dry my tearsAnd pretend the wind is a finger out of heavenSayin’ my loved one is still livin’As it flips my Good Book’s pages to the book of JohnLike the hymns of a haunted choirIt calls my love higher and higher Far above the confines of her cold and lonely stoneFor ev’ry night I grieve, prayer helps me believeThe circle of the wind, will never each its endWind can carry an old song from a radio blocks awaySo I’ll listen and dance with her back through the yearsWind can sound like the voice of one who should be here todaySo I’ll whisper to it then let it dry my tearsAnd pretend the wind isn’t really getting colderIt’s a warm breath on my shoulderFrom the holler creek where she used to wash her hair…©2007 Robert George