Only the Wind Remains

your beauty fades, the darkness of night

does approach, there is no truth left,

no more hope before the dawn,

this moment of ordinary clarity disappears,

chance encounters inside realms of

creative laughter;

another answer,

another possibility,

only the wind remains;

words flow like delicate swans, wrapping themselves

in royal robes of comfort, deep within

the sound of your breath, soft and secure,

speaking unknown mysteries and telling tales of

untold valor, staggering like drunken sailors on

maiden voyages, weaving inside blurred lines of

forgotten innocence, lost upon midnight dreams,

unable to grasp even the fundamentals;

the window is closing, the time almost here,

the silence roars without a sound,

the hour upon which it stands grows near;

only the wind remains.

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