Suitcases collecting dust
begging me to dispel the darkness they are in
reminding me that I once used to fly
A city in my mind that never sleeps
asks me to stay awake
A hole in my heart, gaping wide and empty
is longing to be filled

She did not realise her beauty
Only the wind that wafted thru her hair knew her secrets
She was no ordinary girl
The wind was no ordinary wind
It had traveled across continents, seas, mountains and vast plains
Nowhere had it stopped to rest or even for a moment be trapped by the structures of nature, it was indeed a headstrong wind.

Right out of the Blackness
where the spiders lived
life continued

Oct 4, 2006