With the winds against us,
and the month of love eluding the lust,
there was this unknown fuss,
to not speak or talk, just rust.
the rains decided to abandon me,
the clouds conspired to flee,
they too had her sight for greed,
but i had known, in her heart, i will be freed.
let the sun burn my sight,
the nights come too dark,
i have her soul, no fright,
with pain and tears I’ll build an ark.
we’ll sail to the lands of colours,
if not together, we will find each other,
in the midst of chaos that grows taller,
my words will search its author.
she knows that a world of black and white,
is a place that breathes in death,
but when she breathes her life right,
even the winds loses its threat.