Everlasting wind
Mysterious breeze
Traveling with shivers
That run through my hair
From the cold I feel
Blowing over and around.
Sights of pitch black
The wind still breathes
Slowing moving in
With peaceful intentions
Unseen as it moves closer
Deeper into the soul.
A massive rush
When night becomes day
Chills develop on the ground
Stagnant as the wind
Fresh air is reborn.
