Souls on the Wind
The winds, they blow, whispering to the trees...

Timid children we chase our selves
each other's last image of mystery...

To taste before the separation of parts,
annihilation of form...

The time stands still
As choices pass...

When I need you the most
is when you turn away...

The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of Night...

I stare at the blood
rushing from the vein...