the wind’s in my ears and it’s all that i hear now the voice of love has departed. swoooooooooshing white fressshhhly venting sussurant, sustaining soft whistling sea breezing zephyr. its incessant near-sensuous suspiration supplants the sweet nothings of yesterday. some say you can find the ocean held hostage in a conch’s murmur. yet it is in the wind’s whisper i now find you unheld.