Wind walks wild -
there is no end and no beginning,
only movement:
the great big arms of a mother
on a sea of waterfall foam -
cold embrace that
can't be returned.

We shine with heat
that only certain beasts
will see -
we are a strong, wet candle
that does not gutter
so long as our rivers
of tears
are kept within.

Only a broken heart
feels the shiver in a wind's embrace.
Only a shattered mind
feels blown apart in the breeze.