The Pen and The Wind

I sit on a windswept hill, 

Lost in thought, head where I will, 

Blown about, this thing called life,

Living with the zephyr’s strife.                                                                                                                                                                                               

I have no roots, for my feet are gales, 

Living life as a traveler’s tale.

And constantly will I roam, 

And never know a place called home.                                                                                                                                                                                 

And though I am the Poet of Winds, 

I shant reach further than my pen,

For I’m invisable to human affairs, 

And I just end up blowing though their hair.                                                                                                                                                                 

And all my friends, they just blow away,

Because when you’re air, friends never stay, 

I can’t pass as human, unlike most, 

I’m just a breeze in a set of clothes.                                                                                                                                                                          

I sit on a windswept hill, 

Lost in thought, head where I will.

Let myself go, away from here, 

For all I’ll ever know are zephyrs.

… Who in their right mind would think that, I swear, I must be crazy. 

But wait, crazy people don’t think they’re crazy, so I must be relatively normal. 

But, that last statement’s intent was a my mind’s own way of reassuring that I’m sane, thus, reopening the possibility that I’m insane.  

… Gah, my head hurts just thinking about it.                                                                                                                                                               

… Probably because I’m so crazy.                                                                                                                                                                           

*Sigh*

Do you know what sights you’ll see, 

When you have dreams of prophecy?

What thoughts will you see prophesied,

Are they truth, or full of lies?                                                                                                                                                                                          

Will you see something that is benign,

Or something greater that is a sign?

A simple day in your own life, 

Or greater signs of humanity’s strife?                                                                                                                                                                        

Or will you see a lost love? 

Someone who drifted to the clouds above.

And you never stopped loving them, you’ll realize,

And see that your life is full of self-lies.                                                                                                                                                                   

Will you see your darker side?

A part of you from which you hide.

And will it come loose, into the world it spies, 

And raze your world, in you guise?                                                                                                                                                                     

Or will you see, your own end?

See that your terminal date has been penned?

And then, in seeing how close it draws near,  

Will you look to it, and shed a tear?                                                                                                                                                                        

Why do I ask about dreams of prophecy?

Because all of these, have happened to me. 

Be careful, dear friends, of prophetic dreams,

For one should should never see fate’s schemes. 

Patience,

“Good things come to those who wait,”

But how can one just sit by and wait,

With everything working against me?

Time, and distance, 

A stream of new faces, 

And you’re constantly surrounded by my competetors, 

And they aren’t just disembodied voices to you.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

And though I have the means to tell you, 

Every time I simply freeze up,

Because though I want you more than anything,

I’m too fearful to lose what little we have left. 

So, I’ll be patient for now, 

Even though it slowly kills me. 

With your face to the mirror, 

Can things get any clearer?

When you see things as they are.                                                                                                       

But what compels you  to hold on, 

When you know your hopes are gone,

And things will never get that far.                                                                                               

Take the plunge and find out,

She never was, and never will be.

Well, you know. 

Pristine white snowfall, 
Transforming the world anew, 
All is pure new.

The blank page inspires,
To carve sculpt in this world,
Desire to create.

But when all is done,
The page is scarred and dirtied,
Destroyed by man’s hand.  

What should I do, 

When it comes to loving you?                                                                                                        

Should I fight against fate

Despite it’s terrible weight,

For only the sight chance at you.                                                                                        

But one doesn’t think twice, 

For a chance at Paradise,

So what am I to do?                                                                                                        

Do I place such a love,

Upon the wings of the dove,

And let it fly away?                                                                                                                   

Or do I patiently wait,

For freedom from a lonesome state, 

And forever cherish that day?                                                                                                 

I am unsure if I should love you, 

So why don’t you tell me what to do?

I want to know you inside and out,

To learn everything that is in your mind, 

To make love to you without end, 

To swim forever in the depths of your soul.                                                                                    

But at this point,

I’m just barking in the dark, aren’t I?

I know not why we were brought together, 

Whether it be coincidence or fate, 

But the day that we first met,

Was one of the best, to this date.                                                                                    

All our conversations that we have, 

They mean so much to me, 

Though constant observation of our souls, 

I can’t help but feel, a sort or synchronicity,                                                                     

But whatever force brought us together,

Didn’t want us to get too close, 

For we soon were separated by the miles, 

And I was without what I wanted most.                                                                           

For you see, my lovely lovely friend,

You’re perfect in every conceivable way. 

I could not help but fall in love,

For someone who most pray for every day.                                                                            

But I cherish our friendship most, 

No matter how much I want you, 

So I must give you up for now, 

For there is nothing I can do.                                                                                        

Nothing, but hope, that is to say, 

That one day, we again will meet. 

For I would wait, ‘till age’s end, 

To love one so sweet. 

Sit silently in a submissive state, 

Don’t question things like time or date, 

Just wonder about your own life, 

And feel the sting of the subtle knife.                                                                                

You blame yourself and think its bad,

To lose that connection you had. 

But then seek to find this being called self

And put your sadness on an unreachable shelf.                                                                                       

But shelved sadness slowly sharpens,

And your newfound mind, to it they harken,

And you’ll only think of happy times, 

While you’re slowly killed by subtle knives. 

Alone for too long, I’ve been searching in the dark, 

For my melody of life inside a broken heart,

To find a way to live with only shards left of me, 

A refrain, so sad, slowly echoes.                                                                                            

Our paths, they did cross, but I have no reason why,

We met, we laughed, and though I loved, you still said goodye,

And soon I will only be a faded memory,

One that you won’t even care for.                                                                                              

In my dearest memories, I see what you meant to me,

Though you’re now gone, I still hope you call out my name.                                                      

Look to the past, to see both you and I,

Souls synced in perfect harmony. 

But now you’re gone, repeating my sad refrain, 

I want to remain, 

But only my melody can change, when I have you.