The wind is blowing so hard.
The trees sway, standing strong.
The leaves get blown away,
as they are just minions in this large world.
The sun is still shining,
leading the way.
The sun shines,
showing the path to the great light.
The wind blows,
knocking on my window.
The wind is trying to get to me,
to talk to me.
The wind is pushing the leaves,
taking them through the light.
The wind is a part of nature,
a part of this world.
However violent this world is,
we all need a boost.
We all need a wind to carry us.
To carry us to a place we belong.

Here, where the lonely hooting owl
Sends forth his midnight moans,
Fierce wolves shall o’er my carcase growl,
Or buzzards pick my bones.
No fellow-man shall learn my fate,
Or where my ashes lie;
Unless by beasts drawn round their bait,
Or by the ravens’ cry.
Yes! I’ve resolved the deed to do,
And this the place to do it:
This heart I’ll rush a dagger through,
Though I in hell should rue it!
Hell! What is hell to one like me
Who pleasures never know;
By friends consigned to misery,
By hope deserted too?
To ease me of this power to think,
That through my ***** raves,
I’ll headlong leap from hell’s high brink,
And wallow in its waves.
Though devils yell, and burning chains
May waken long regret;
Their frightful screams, and piercing pains,
Will help me to forget.
Yes! I’m prepared, through endless night,
To take that fiery berth!
Think not with tales of hell to fright
Me, who am ****’d on earth!
Sweet steel! come forth from our your sheath,
And glist’ning, speak your powers;
Rip up the organs of my breath,
And draw my blood in showers!
I strike! It quivers in that heart
Which drives me to this end;
I draw and kiss the ****** dart,
My last—my only friend!

the bitter cold grates against my nerves
a pleasant sound, not unlike
that of a violin

Love is what I feel in each breath, in the
synchronization,
                and in the punctuated stillness
     like sun through blanketing clouds