Strong winds sweeping thoughts, long forgotten, long dormant, Swirling them back to the conscious mind, to the grasp of the hand, Where their visibility invites attention, begs for it, and claims it. Friendship ties resisting the elements, the ravishing storms, Hiking high over the mountains, and falling down on the valleys, Seeking to retain the laughter, dry the tears and move over the pain. Feeling the warmth of the human touch, pushing through so much, The heart catches fire, intensifies the search, through the sands of time, And illuminates the mind, reaches out, and follows the signs. KS