The blood of the wind,
Gleams in your eyes...
The eyes of someone
Who has seen the raw beauty of life,
The treetops bathed in
The silvery tears of the moon;
The haunting melody of a
Gurgling stream of crystals;
The intense, inhuman beauty of stars...
Fire, gold and blue.
Someone who has seen
The sands of time shift,
In the winds of
lost moments and unspoken words;
The feral howl of the winds,
Clawing away at the wounds of yesterday...
And the raw, untameable passion
Of words never heard through the lips of a fallen star.
