Letter to the Wind

I wrote a letter carved in stone,
Grave thoughts of mind,
in tone so somber.
I prayed for strength my skills to hone,
For tears to wake you
from your slumber.
Then you passed by, you briefly gazed.
You walked away, the stone remained.
The stone I cut with clearest groove,
had left your heart just scarcely moved.

I wrote a letter on parchment thin,
This time I'd surely wind your heart to me.
My thoughts so strong compellingly,
my theory to right all wrong so we'd be free.
But before long life's fires burned,
churned into ashes what I'd penned,
left me despairing in the end.

I thrust my song into the wind.
I cried to God in my distress.
I wrote a letter to the wind.
The butterfly gave its caress.
Burst forth the fountain of my heart.
It was the start of a new life.
The start of a new love.

I found my letter in your heart,
clothed in your vibrant flesh and blood.