Who was I
I was the gentle breeze that touched the trembling leaf
The violent storm that broke the stubborn bough
A lover's breath on Heathcliff's heath
Did I nearly kill a pterodactyl?
As I led my charge and sped across the flats.
Its eyes were as large as flying saucers.
And its wings were like some giant feathered bats.
You were born an emerald among thistles.
Vulnerable to the eye, yet destined to fly with angels.
Your soft bristles promise the cold, a poisonous flame,
That will blaze and will burn till you own a new name.
I know the window cleaner thinks that Im a tease
He always seems to find me naked on my knees
Pretending not to notice he cleans away the dirt
And sets his face to marble, unhappy with this flirt
Thunder appeared, nearby a train tooted,
The night lights were lit in the square.
While one owl twitted, another one hooted,
And the pink moon hung high in the air.