The Winds

The Winds

I wait for the wind
in this golden afternoon
trying to ignore
the darkening skies
the omen of the evening approaching

I wait for the strong South winds
to pick up around me
and cause waves to form
They are my only chance
to reach the high water mark
of last spring

I wait
and know that summer is already coming
She won't be the one I love for much longer
as the winds change with the seasons
and my urge to run grows stronger
The summer and autumn may end up being nice
but the inevitable North winds will come
and our love will turn to ice

Not really sure what that was about, but there's nothing like a good crappy Smallville episode to inspire me to write something. I feel the winds are changing. Peace out.