24 April 2012
Howling gives my spine a chill,
The wind picks up,
On my window-sill,
The fly-away hairs,
Obscure my sight,
Lend me your hand,
And bring the light.
Stow away your heart in life,
Guard your hopes,
But not your knife,
Let me go,
Let me be,
Let the world see true my low.
Don't dip with me,
Fly high when I bend,
Don't let the others see,
Please.
Don't touch the ground,
Don't touch my knees,
Make sure to settle for the sky,
And turn away,
Don't let those tears run free and sigh.
Just forget,
That you know me,
Don't let yourself remember we met.
The Wind's Shades • Opuss № I