• The lukewarm air wrapped around my face like an angel's hand
    Its wispy fingers swept my cheeks and seduced my nose, caressing it
    Its phantasmal voice told me tales of amity and illimitable freedom
    My frown lines and stony nerves were smoothed by its natural grace
    Standing at the peak of sorrow, I followed the wind
    As it whispered, and whispered again.

    The cold concrete floors of my sad life crumble into warm, soft sands
    Smog-occupant skies clear into an infinite threshold of flickering stars
    Waters far before me embrace and collide playfully, uninterrupted
    Their calm euphoria set my standstill world in full motion
    Allured by the rhythm, I approached the sea
    As it crashed, and crashed again

    The sands became damp and cold as I stood before the ocean
    Its waves lapped my bare feet continuously as if in worship
    The silvery light of a virgin moon fell upon me, exposing my sins
    Tears gushed soundlessly down my face as my soul opened itself
    Frozen in a shifting world, I collapsed in mercy
    As I sobbed, and sobbed again

    There was no peace and freedom as the winds had said
    Neither was there sand or stars or synchronistic waters
    All that remained was the pale light of the moon through my window
    Its cold glow cruelly laid open my regrets of then and doubts of now
    Trapped in its quiet glare, I longed for that place
    As I sinned, and sinned again.