the sun does not illuminate the wind
yet he warms her
the mountains fade from green
to blue
to purple
to sky
grey
my hand is reaching for the wind
I’ve stopped looking for things
to hold on to
I love the sound of strings
vibrating to the beat
of someone else’s heart
syncing up with mine
carry me on those wings
keep me in those feathers
I want to fly with you
your warmth is that of the sun
but you are not his
you hold me tightly in the clouds
but you are not mine
when you are gone
I miss you
but I promise you
I’m fine
I promise
I promise
the wind is growing colder
we all will die alone
soon