Your eyes like unlocked windows
Open, curtains battered in wind
Body still like shattered wills
Of hopes you thought not see again

But I lay here in below
Peering up from underneath
I scratch the shadow sew
And sear the towers keep

My love I swear to reach you
To your heart I'll be the rhyne
So consider this a prelude
To the rest of all of time

I am the Gale.