Whispering winds wail wildly through my soul
contrasts of contorted conditions...

If I could fade from
everyone and everything I know...

Breathe quiet contentment
I'm dream living...

Do not present me with
views of a perfect life...

Here it comes again,
that dead wreckoning...

But tell me
that there are no more wars here...

And we wished hard
like mad, fevered children...

Memories of you
haunt...

Moody milieu drifting
on a cool blue autumn wind...

If I should never again
see another glorious sunrise, or...

Another night
wraps around me...

What to do next
didn't seem to matter...