A walk with the wind in the prison of time,
Free spirits in her collarbone entice me,
Earth tethers me down with her adoration,
Yet I long for the wind and her company.

You whisper so much that I almost believe,
Our one-fine-day is a lot nearer than reality,
You sift through these memories with eerie ease,
Earth and her comforting dirt over my feet.

How will I pass that half of my life,
Where the world sleeps and you awake,
Those twelve hours of comfort and slumber,
That first fall of a quiet snowflake.

As painful as it is, to write,
That I have to let go of you tonight,
I know the Earth will plant new seeds,
Of hope unfair and faith unheeded.