The blood that withers through.
The bold that was once untouched.
I start a life anew,
I pulled a wind from a single clutch.
Droplets of the sea so salty yet so sweet.
It caresses lightly across the cheeks.
I always dreamt for the winds to meet,
But once again, the dream was nothing but a mere peek.
The silence hurts and tortures the soul.
A faint moan gave a single slight of hope.
I waited and waited although having been told -
I thought the pain of patience was nothing more than a slope.
The fields turn from green to yellow.
The sun finally begins to set.
I heard the last sound of the cello,
I'll end this poem before we first met.