Letting go: a silence of five parts

I. The east wind

You were the east wind:
Like the wind you came and like the wind touched everything,
And was gone.

You spun pretty songs from mismatched melodies;
Full of broken glass and bitter shards,
Cold as a sea-smooth stone, warm as a babies laugh,
You were the tide and the shore and the sun setting beyond,
The last light clinging, reaching, holding on,
You were a map, a light, the string;
In them my pieces bind,
No cruelty or hate, just
kind.

You were the east wind:
Like the wind you came and like the wind touched everything,
And was gone.

I was a leaf,
Like a leaf i was lost,
And like a leaf what could i do
But hold on?

Upon this cursed rock i forged
My shield, my heart, my mournful sword,
And upon this cursed rock i flew,
Lost and scared and drenched in dew,
The morning light,
The eastern wind,
Through cloud and rain and bitter night,
The sword of you did unto slice,

I was a leaf,
Like a leaf i was lost,
And like a leaf what could i do
But hold on?

You swept me up in your winter cold;
Soothed the cracks
In my patchwork soul.