Whispering wind, that whispers in the darkness.

Waiting ... for a hollow moon that faintly lights

a narrow path, leading into nowhere.

Sighing skies, sighing in a current of clouds.

Burdened with undulating weight,

too tightly bound for breath.

Hope, forgotten... in wanton waves that

press the shoreline. Bleak and brown,

and scattered with remains.

Time, with no time left to hold.

Escaping into an infinity, that 

shows no reason...nor mercy.