The Wind and the Words

The wind blows slowly.
It is the breeze.
A breeze that lifts us quietly to heaven.
Beyond the clouds.
It delights us with the sight of a horizon.
Full of colors.
Love.
No pain.
No yelling.
No bitterness.
Only love.
Of spoken words.
But not written.
Because if written ...
They may not be contained in the heart.