A cold change watches me in the wind                       

With the unearthly power of a                                   

Beckoning storm. Calling sweetly “Come!”                       

Until I’m tempted to dance beneath                                    

A blinding sky and drink the wild rain                        

With a thirst that no mortal knows.                                   

Like a siren she summons me from                                    

The depths of the dark sea, singing “Fall!”                       

And I almost do… Into the black                                   

Chasm below, where unknown creatures                       

Roam with a grace and ferocity                                    

Seldom seen in the earthly realms of man.                        

And my heart calls out to her too                                   

Like a cold, distant echo, barely                                    

Discernable beneath the rumble                                   

Of water and rock and tumbling weed,                       

Aching and trembling with the prospect                       

Of a new dawn: Unblemished and bright.                       

But then the wild wind falls and her voice fades                        

Into a sliver of sunlight and                                                

Evaporating cloud. And suddenly

I can no longer recall her face,

Nor the longing she wrought inside of

Me... And once again I can breathe.