The Secrets of the Breeze

Follow a path of darkness,

Take a step towards the end,

Shadows play in the wilderness,

Searching for a friend.

A decrepit swing sways back and forth,

Like a boat on rocky seas,

A breeze is heading for the north,

It’s path bringing leaves.

Across the path lays a gesture,

A sort of desperate plead,

Three children lay together,

A broken family.

The moonlight is their guidance,

The forest is their home,

No longer feeling frightened,

No longer feeling alone.

They chase their own shadows,

Back and forth through the leaves,

Their secrets make the wind blow,

And ensure they never leave.

Whilst daylight falls upon us,

Warming our bare skin,

The breeze settles into dust,

Our fear fades within.

Flowers grow in meadows,

Whilst trees grow new leaves,

But their secrets make the wind blow,

And ensure they never leave.

We hear about their loneliness,

We cry for their pain,

But we are the loneliest,

In a photo without a face.