Inconsolable Nor-westers

If only…

If only this wind could promise to be the fingers,
To run through your hair,
Brushing away crispy fallen leaves
And fireflies of the twilight,
I could cross my heart
And go to sleep forever…

Something is...
Growing ever louder
Seemingly hailed with the distant murmurs,
From the rim of the darkening western horizon.

I need no other consolation.

The day we began is now lost in a blue blur,
Blinding the day we end
To it. How can they see,when our roads
Have parted, stripped of nascence...so,clearly?
If only I could take away
One of these days with me, in this world or other…

Stop this fight!

Something is...
Growing louder…
Seemingly with the distant murmurs,
From the rim of the darkening western sky.

The day that was,is gone suddenly.
But I know it’s just a passing Norwester.
Though the night has cast its net early,
I know it’s just a passing Nor-wester.

This Nature won’t kill me this soon.
Not when I want to love it so.
I know…

And the end of my soul,
Feels consoled.
How can I console you too?

The day has gone…to console the day a firefly left your hair.
Here I leave my diaries to you, my confessions...

All the while I broke you down, tore your life apart,

My consolation was my urge,to be your consolation.