winding wind

ah the winding wind

and it turns again

this season into harbor of my heart

black lines fade to a point in the distance

along the horizon

I see your silhouette

in this chest all the words I never dared to speak

lie sleeping

awaiting this key to unlock

and with each beat suddenly released

a thousand dreams

sewn together these moments at the seams

I stitch with you

and my breath follows yours like a train into the darkness

these roads and bridges

hidden by the forests of futures

laid out in the night

Recent Posts