Sometimes the wind sighs And I remember Through a haze far away Rising like a swelling tide That rolls in and out over my insides
You chase butterflies bare handed Always coming up empty Until the storm comes Your dilated pupils the sea's breath held still Shimmering anticipation in the eye of the storm
The wind sweeps withering words Seething at the edges Flaring up in wild expectation Like dark and nervous whispering Black fanged, angry and terrified
Lashing out as gales Tormenting the waters Tearing and screeching Screaming until it dies away Leaving behind a small voice in tatters Broken on the rocks of a wilder sea Where calm is just an enemy in a different shade of blue