Where does the weary wind go?

Where does the weary wind go?

it seeps into the hearts
of the woed….

there it rustles
and stirs
up the tendrils
of hope.

it blinds the eyes
that see no future.

it breathes life
into the lives
that desire
no being.

its fingers trace
upon a teary face
the long forgotten
caresses
of a loved one
lost in waiting.