There in the wind storm

I was sure I heard a voice

calling out my name

without let up

it repeated over and over again

calling calling

calling out my name.

I looked all around

so sure someone was near

yet everywhere I looked

I saw no one

yet the voice was loud and clear.

The wind did not abate

continued in its stride

was I filled with imagination

was this storm

playing tricks with my mind?

In despair I shouted

I am here

what do you want,

please please tell me

do I know you

what is your name,

are you calling

me for help

or what is it

that you want.

As I called out

lightening struck

a distant tree

caused it to glow

a shock rebounded in me,

for there amid that glow

I saw someone

I was sure I knew,

yet she was in

my distant past

a love that never

ever lasted,

was it her that called me

I will never know

for the storm wind ceased

and her voice was gone,

just smouldering tree

there in the distance

me asking why

with some insistence,

yet no reply

no goodbye

just me repeating

why?