I'm leaning against the wind; winter passes like waves of sad inspiration.

Wind blown snow drifts past
I find solace when you're here
Will you stay the night?

Wind gusts past; branches acquiesce—swaying softly. Waves of tall grass roll across this field—they crash in silence somewhere discrete.
Invisible strings connect us all; we wander around aimlessly amidst the wind—swaying softly…together.

Ghosts of an expired day whisper an indiscernible language.
Flashes of light build unstable towers that fracture…that fall.
Sharp shards scatter places—eroding mysterious shadows.