And the Wind Cries
The wind howls throughout the night smashing its power into my night, I hear the
force burst into my mind, such on line with love a UN controllable force.
It howls its might, petrifies my night curling me up in to a ball, it makes me so small ,
I feel the tears run down my face as it crashes through with its might the wind chills
my bones and runs it race to my toes.
he coldness drives into me like a knife of ice, impacting everything it touches and
freezing my core. Inside my tears now turn to ice as I feel the bite of the wind blast
as it wins it race to spread a deadly cold through me.
A bitterness that makes my teeth chatter sweet cold melodies and my nose joins the
course by running its prime liquid down my face, chilling my cheeks yet warmth does
not come and seems so many heartbeats away from the security it gave me.
After the bitterness of the night I wake and seek the warmth of my shower, as I feel
the water hit my cold damage body, I find some reprieve for the moment; I grab
something warm, walk outside in the brightness of the beautiful sun, and try to
forget the loss of my connection to her.
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