Riddles On the Wind

in the desolate solitary hours when fear trickles down my spine time is my jailor closing me behind its doors isolating my heartbeats distant from yours drips following a storm ping a pattern of rubies upon my flesh heat carved runes tell of lovers set aside long ago riddles on the wind answers unfound my present twists into a knotted conflagration higher hotter than before voices from the past rise and resonate: ‘your heart-pain bleeds from your words that love is the umbrella under which these wounds fester is that much worse untangle your heart-threads from their prison bars the landscape of your life must evolve immerse yourself and know freedom’ my quest begins now