Dive into your creative stream
The wind cried out to my soul.
As I basked in the sea of clouds,
The desire of my heart,
Called out of its shroud.
For once I felt unencumbered.
It was almost like you
Were there with me.
For that one moment - ephemeral
Time stood still.
My entire body full of warmth.
Weightless in standing,
Like floating in the exosphere.
But time and circumstance are cruel beings,
Making life the hell we needed.
And as the gulls shattered my brief paradise,
The pit of fact settles back:
That we may never meet-
...I hope we meet.
~pyxisjaded