The spring of youth, the summer of passion, the fall of maturity, and the cold winter of old age; man has always equated time to the stages of life. But in all his wisdom he forgot that changes of season are often blown in on the winds of fate.
Just as the epics tell us that the siren calls of the valerians drew the Argonauts upon the rocks, the winds of temptation have drawn my love away. For the call of the city lights were so much stronger than the gentle winds of the Texas Plains. The temptress calls of the city are so much stronger than even the Nor’easter which carries the storm; or the Santana which brings the desert heat.
With your leaving the winds of loneliness now blow across my world, rushing to get nowhere, they leave only barren emptiness behind. My soul joins in the howling, my heart the arid ache, my eyes the grainy dryness after all the tears.