The Wind - the beauty of a storm
A grey veil covers the sky.
come at me from all sides.
A soft hand carresses my cheek;
filled with the smell of the sea.
I open my arms and welcome you.
you bring words of other lands,
shouts of joy,
and whispers of the lonely.
The filth we laid fuurther out ,
comes back to haunt us.
Seas of murky brown,
lick at our shores.
A drop of rain ,
falls apon my face;
a drop of pure soul from the sky.
I am helpless to your loving arms,
caressing my body.
I am but a pawn,
in the halls of a king,
a pebble in a vast sea
of grey emotion.
i turn away,
and you are gone;
mere whispers in my soul;
a soul longing for the love of the wind.