the mournful wind calls
and I must endure it-
for the town that ignores my presence,
for the ones who aren’t yet born.
If you asked me what I wanted,
I would sit back, stumped.
Other than escaping this tower,
I have no idea of what I should want-
Let’s Go to the Sea
If the wind wails a horrible tune,
then the sea promises to heal.
Or this is what I believe.
I can only see the pale stretch of sapphire
lined with white foam,
of what I imagine must be waves.
The dance of the leaves
reminds me of swaying trees
and forgotten friends.
Hope you’re all having a great week!