The winds that blow remind me of what has been and what can never be

[capnchampion]

I saw him crying, watched as he buried her in the sand.
Then he climbed my tower, and off the edge of me he ran.


And for yesterday:
He said to only look up.

It's a warm summer breeze,
It's a weakness in your knees,
It's a perfect place above full of everlasting love.
Nothing to fear, nothing to hide,
You just say what's on your mind,
Needn't think before you speak,
This is how it's meant to be.