Wind Song

The wind calls
in whispers
to dance with her
in the valley below.

All the ropes I held
to keep me strong
cut themselves off from me.

The fire that burned,
I knew her warmth,
her caressing flames.

She flipped the switch;
now my feet know numbness
of the slick ice
upon which I stand
alone.

My strength
could not stop a feather
from crushing
my aching heart.

I felt the heat in my side;
crucified, deep and wide.
I thought I was saving a life;
couldn't I?

Now you're a hundred worlds away,
and I still can't say good-bye

to your flame
I thought you were burning
just for me.

Everyday I smiled
blindfolded.

Are you laughing?

No, I don't think you are.
I know you saw
I needed the lies.
Didn't I?

I lit the match,
now watch me burn.

The wind blows my ashes
and I dance with her
upon the starlit sky.

She and I,
we still love you
in honest reality.

I doubt I'll return
anytime soon

to you icy flame
you keep burning,

waiting for my return.

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