Wind

the strong wind blowing her hair away was silently wispering the eternal secret nobody knows...
her life passes right before her eyes and she still feels hollow... only memories no future nothing else to experience, no one else to know
nocturnal lights show her a much deeper world the world she once dreamed to own and shred her to pieces
the storm is coming and she lays there quiet there is only a cold thought about a once familiar feeling...
she turned to him and said, let's walk home now
they walked in circles for hours trying to figure out an endless question
a question they answered a million times... a shapeless figure taking over them, over their minds, over their fears
nothing could longer change
there was no turning back... home was finally ahead so they walked in
crawled into bed together she hugging him, and thought the place we call
home could be even better
in their dreams, a silent movie, an anthem, an image of what the no future holds for them
fragil like crystal she still waits for him to be asleep to allow herself to sleep besides him...
the silent euphoria of watching him inside that safe dream world was everything she needed to feel comfortable enough to follow him there.
her long hair touching his shoulder falling in her back pushed by the spring wind... that sensation of certenty and moisture to know there is no going back, only ahead...
and the same wind kept blowing on her face and in between their hands holding their future safe within that bond. oh unbreakable bond their hands share once they touch.