Awaiting heart

Lost in her stupor was she when the winds picked up...
Faint footsteps floated around....was that her past or not..
Light tap and then a firm knock...who could it be...
Her heart skipped a beat and her soul rose...
Quivering fingers pushed wide the uncaring door ...
Dreamy eyes looked out ....searching the the vacant horizon..
Has he come...come back to her...or are her miseries playing...
The emptiness stared back, like the dark well inside her...
Only the lingering fragrance of love remained.... 
The wave of which will make her rise from dusk to dawn...