The Wind Blows Chilly
By Arie Cotton
The wind blows chilly in my ears
I feel nothing as I think of my dear
I see the wedding white dress flash me, I look away
In my head I am rushing with thoughts
Along with those of my past lives thrown in the ocean
Like an eel electrocuting it’s prey.
I feel the wind once more
The time is now four
I am on the beach
With my skin now peach
I smell it the the ocean breeze
The wind blows chilly in my ears
I feel nothing as I think of my dear
Will she be in the library like I saw her last
Or off with another
Why am I afraid?
The wind blows chilly in my ears
I feel nothing as I think of my dear
She is buried in the sand
Six feet under on land
Her head barely above the salty brown grains
She cannot breath as she takes her last breath
Like she is a child's sandcastle’s destroyed dismay
And I have nothing left to pray
The waves flood up upon the shore
Like the tears flowing down my flushed cheeks
As pale as a ghost in the midnight moonlight
Those lives tossed upon the gushing rocks of mine
I leave to come back with flowers for my dear.
The wind blows chilly in my ears, and
I feel nothing as I think of my dear
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