Another gust of wind,
A shiver down my spine
The page turns,
And the story continues
My imagination runs wild
When my eyes find the sky,
The clouds take form.
Ghosts of my past,
They illustrate my thoughts
As I watch in agony
From the leaves I lay upon,
The wind’s insomnia complements my own
Breathing its cold breath,
Biting my face and my neck.
My arms rise to cover my head
While my eyes fill
With the tears of my dreams