The Wind Whisperer

The Wind Whisperer


The cadence of a cold heart, caught on the cruel, bitter winds of the world. Drifting, endlessly, falling closer to the ground, but never quite reaching. An illusion of flying. If you can...catch me... :)




A story. An open ended question. If you could dance along the riverbanks of each waking morning, what colour would the sunrise paint your eyes? If this were a ballet, our feet would stay upon the ground. But we'd like to think otherwise, wouldn't we? Maybe this story is a pretty good one. Maybe the glove doesn't fit the hand. Maybe the glove just fits.

Where I Was Raised

Posted by Jayson on 2011-02-02


Darling I got lost in a wonderland
Darling I got lost in the cold
Feeling thin as a snowman
Wrapped in miles of hats and coal

Well we could chase the borders
Down the lines we've drawn
And if you could be my Northern Shield
Then I could be the open field
To lay your head upon
Until the summer snow has gone

If I chase another childhood dream
Then I don't know where I'll turn
This year I'll sleep in the unwanted boughs
Of another coniferous home

Well we could chase the borders
Down the lines we've drawn
And if you could be my Northern Shield
Then I could be the open field
To lay your head upon
Until the summer snow has gone



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