The wind speaks of..

Shatter me into a million crystal hellos,

and a trillion emerald goodbyes.




Reduce me to the echoing of a once whisper,

upon a rustic, willow trunks ear.




Bleed me into a burgundy velvet ocean,

drowning a thousand forevers in its never.




Tread carefully around me,

tiptoe on wishes and desires,

step over long lost intimacies,

tango with ideas the wind speaks of.




Deconstruct me into a flock of incandescent creatures,

hovering over hopes and dreams,

conducting the orchestra of sensation,

tuning the instruments of our melody.




Hear me in the deepest of silences,

amplify me with infinite wishes,

made upon a billion white specks,

painted on a navy silk fabric speaker.




Call my name out into vastness,

feel my presence unfold into layers of thick, creamy ephemeral pleasures,

attempt to hold me in your hands as i drip through your fingers,

with sweet, delectable texture, screaming for a taste.




Cut me into a dozen miniature regrets,

sprinkle amnesia lightly across me,

serve me on a silver platter of eternity,

wait for the cue of eager blindness to consume me.