Know The Winds

Alone...

As I am whispering to

the wind. 

This emptiness I fear

(but crave)

Becomes more and more pronounced.

Did I frighten you in

someway?

Or is this a craving of your own.

The wind answers with

more emptiness.

Returning me to this place we have

mutually created.

Yet...

Alone, I have been before,

so I know the winds.

And will hear them sing their songless 

music once more.

How is it that you will fair?