The Wind Poem by michael johannes

it's not the same, since now i know that you are gone,
i've waited long enough, all i get is my heart torn,
it's cold out here, the sleep runs, only my dream of soon,
i can't run again, it's not in my mind, am again caught by dawn,

i need you here, please, the wind, i cry for the wrong.
i walk for days, the world disapears, am left with the feel of you, born,
i cannot hide, it's all comming back, i need you here, am the sun,

the whisper so loud, i got nowhere to turn.
the feel of yesterday still runs through my eyes, i cannot run,

haunted by the hope that you're, the day i need the most,

did i pass the test of time?
did i live again for the day that is naught?
am i here, just, for the passion of the wit?

the wind, carelessing the bones of my naked blood,
the day i opted to die.

live along for the nigh that is,
the cloud hanging for another day.

i dine for love, it hurts for real,
it rains more.

gone are the days i thought, i'ld never find you,
living, are the dark, so thick to talk,
living is the dust hanging, for the cloud below.
AM HERE