East Wind

The wind is in the east tonight, carrying the sound of a train making its dark journey across still, silent, fields. It suits my mood. Silent, dark, stormy. I long for the flare of fire in the air. Splitting the darkness. Blinding, violent, fire, tearing the very fabric of dreams. That too would suit my mood. I am tired of waiting. Tired of wondering why you came into my life Why you've stayed. When you'll go. I am tired of dreams, half formed, drifting in the mist Better the lightning than this dark journey without end.

-Bird