Young Writers Society

[pre]There is no partitioning darkness in the artificial twilight of the city night
Though I can see the stars of the metropolis shining from the balcony of my building
The balcony we never use
Natural pinpricks of light are dim in the sky, and few
There is nowhere to be alone
Not that loneliness is my bed mate
But solitude can soothe the soul
And my soul needs soothing

I had a strange dream when I was a child
That the wind was a man
That I was his betrothed
As the night brushes my hair from my face
I don't find that thought all too strange
The wind caresses me with the intimacy of a lover
And I lean against the rails of my prison
Surrendering to Aeolus's cool embrace
But I open my eyes
To see a dead sky
An orange glow low on the horizon
And I find that I am not alone
And I realize that I am truly alone

A sigh

And my thoughts go to the wind[/pre]