Feathered pages lift their corners
Touched by winds that roam the blue
Every line I wrote for keepsake
Still begins and ends with you
Ink grows softer with its aging
Holding truths I couldn’t speak
Night reads everything in silence
Gathering warmth for when I’m weak
Memories curl like desert flowers
Blooming where the storms once fell
Every heartbeat folds its echo
Inside words I never tell
When the evening stirs the curtain
Dreams rise where the drafts have quivered—
All the love I tried to send you
Locked in letters wind delivered