I am the gale of a storm Pressed against your face Rushing with hasty percussion Then gone without a trace A hailing siren's final resting place What was seemingly a blessing Now deceived and defaced So easily forgotten Already replaced
Hardly believed in As if by mistake The price of your faith Fallen from grace
I leave no trace But the remaining feeling And with undue haste You're set to reeling Like a deep congealing festering wound It's my reminiscent touch That tortures you
But you can't recall the song That's lost on the wind Once it departs To never return again
Written August 30th, 2020 after taking in the dying sun along the Strait of Magellan.