Leaning back against my pillow, I sigh.
A tear plummets to the open book in my hands.
The book closes, and I close my eyes.
It's been a hard day.
I discover no rest in my bedroom, so,
careful not to disturb those who already slumber,
I find my way outdoors
and collapse beneath the night sky.
On this late summer night,
an autumn wind is blowing.
Chilling, the breeze caresses my face
and moves on, leaving me behind.
My heart aches within my chest, because,
just like what I love most,
the breeze has moved on.
And now I'm alone, immobile, stranded.
Someday, I will pursue the wind.
I will follow it to the horizon.
I will be its shadow, its haunting sprite
A ghost that it cannot abandon.
A final tear traces its path on my face.
With weary eyes, I smile ruefully, because,
no matter how wrong today has been,
tomorrow I will set it right.
Tomorrow, I will chase the wind.
