the wind in chains

[dreamlance]

i grow restless
with thoughts long ago abandoned by me
that return
like shadows on the stars.
the wanderer roams back into
my life
as though she had never left
smiling knowingly.
"what a pretty chain," she whispers.
i turn away
hoping she will leave as she has
in the past
in the future.

i thought i was the wind
but i suppose i am only human.