came to me while driving to natchitoches

[dreamlance]

I am the wind
And I have visited these parts before.
I have rolled over them like a lover's caress,
Drawn blood in heated throes,
And risen to tread the line between love and hatred,
my tattered wings catchings stars.
I am the wind
And to this bed I shall not return.

Comments

[sirach]

you should have told me you came up here we could have seen each other