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…