The winds of the wheel

In a brief moment

Light fades to darkness

Though not by a switch

It is the sound of the heart breaking

Pausing the world to a crooked, slow beat

Nothing is new

Nothing is real

Some days are blessed to bloom

Some days are blessed with tears

This small rock, damned to exist

Lies spin webs of half-truths

For small men to hide in

The eye sees all and blinks…

Another thousand years gone

Harsh whispers carried in the wind

Like a sonata, colors swirl in thought

Snow spiked with fire

Hearts burning with ice

All can be used as a weapon

In the never-ending wars of the wheel

In a brief moment

Life fades to death

Though not by a switch

It is the sound of the heart stopping

Pushing the world to cease to exist

Morning then comes

Creeping behind waves, peaks and trees

All grow inside me… some blossomed at night, others disappeared

Like stars, fires and souls, life waxes and wanes

The wind will still be blowing, when nothing else lives