Gone With the Wind

I had reasons not this, had a vision sadly it died No night vigil straight to the grave & no one cried Voice of reason decided to hide Glued to the wind my sunshine Could not care less As it built a shrine Blowing away with my sense of self And from afar the unspoken word danced chanting refusing to be kind Painting pictures not appealing to the eye Demanding peace should die Gifting walls guarding my thoughts with the ability to fly