The wind in my mind

[quiet_exchange]

Great gale blowing and I am wishing to meet the sea
Dreams of crimson and sapphire blue.

I heard an alarm
It was alarming
Fire in the belly
A melting of the brain

I need to catch the raft that is drifting

She...her...and me.

Speaking of going home.



I'd follow you into the sea

We are rare jewels, forged in tribulations fire
Scattered against the night

I am tired.
The howling of the tempest
Tempting me
It is alarming

Sound the alarm
But I dare not call 911

My words have blown away
So I speak in fragmented frame

How do I do this thing...

Alarms are sounding
There is wind in my mind