I want the wind.
I want it to slip between
My fingers in an
Eternal darkness.
To plunge within
The depths of my being.
I have the wind…
Glints of silver
Mixed in.
I wonder…
Come away…
A voice comes near, and then…
It fly's away…
Into the tornado
Of my mind.
Tangles of my hair
Being Tugged from their
Binding…
Longing…
To be free…
I am the wind.
Imprisoned in this
Nothingness that I
Created for
Myself.
Melody of
Beautiful
Golden slivers.
I am the wind…
One day,
I will be free…
