Rising Wind
Added 2017-07-12 08:25:18 +0000 UTC I find myself,
Standing in a shore,
In those cliffs well
Above the sea.
And I feel a mere
Currrent,
Driving the chariot
Of the gods,
And here comes the
Rising wind.
You present yourself,
I present myself;
You stand below in
The boat of Charon
And I descend,
Song of the same sea
We all came from,
And the wind keeps
Blowing.
We now stand in the
Park,
While we learn what
Drives us forwards;
I tell you my secrets
And you tell me mine.
I sense you like me,
Because I like you,
But you seem a bit
Coy with dear me,
Because you are like
The soft water current,
While I'm the heavenly
Scourge.
They come,
I advance,
They bring knives and
Pistols and bombs,
I bring the sun and light,
And I curse them with
Peace.
Upon the land without
Darkness we stand,
A desolate sun cursed
Land where nothing
Even lives,
The whiteness of death
Depressing despite its
Brightness.
You stand before me,
And you tell me goodbye,
And the wind dies,
A soft breeze a kiss in
The cheek.
And I feel a mere
Current,
Driving the chariot
Of the gods,
And here comes the
Rising wind.
