When I was thirteen, I made a promise to
the western wind, that I'd come back to her...

I guess I can say I've crossed one too many...
realising too late that all this time, they were...

I remember my first funeral:
everyone was either wearing black or white...

You taught me of fire,
mimicking its fury with limbs aloft...

I once found love buried deep
within the greys and blacks outside...