On soft winds the screams can be heard—
a slowly overwhelming, neverending cacophony...
You like the rising moon give light to this land
Shrouded in night unending
Windows are opening to let in the cool breeze
Playing with the shadows you cast...
Across a dim lit roomEye contact repeatedUnspoken words screamedWind in an abyssThe dark place we meet onceBeneath a wild-light moonAnd whispers of the space we shareBeyond something realBuried in ruins not yet builtA world we might have knownHad starlight fallen more kindly upon us