As my tears hit the sand
I close her blessed eyes...

A story once was told to me
many a year ago...

To never be happy, nor ever find peace,
a constant longing that never will cease...

What else am I left with, but knowledge,
and memories ridden with pain...

I found no rest in sleeping
for I dreamt the dream again...

I have been walking for many a year
choosing my paths by how they appear...

I still recall the summer nights,
the quiet sigh of swaying trees...

How my eyes now long to witness,
how the breeze can stir the dust...

There is a tenseness in the air,
that I have seldom felt before...

What sound can stir this silence?
The hush before the storm...

Denial of the fantastic,
and impossible height...

In sleep I felt them perish
the winds that once did fan...