I stand here with my back to the city,
listening to the wind howl it's lament.
The lonely song stirs my soul to pity,
as slowly my head nods in agreement.
The vast belt of stars seem just as alone,
in the black emptiness above us all.
This wind puts a chill into every bone,
as over my dark mood it casts a pall.
I used to think wind was an empty thing,
a terrible beast with an awful thirst.
I hear more as I listen to it sing,
so full of longing that it nearly burst.
Closing my eyes, I let it blow through me,
that wonderful cold makes me feel so numb.
Taking away my pain lets me feel free,
and at peace with the thing I have become.
Soon this numbing wind would be on it's way,
to take away pain from so many more.
Turning to the city I face the day,
more than ready to even this last score.
Shall I indulge in flights of fancy hampered by clipped wings?
[This message has been edited by DreamEvil (edited 07-28-99).]