Lost to follow the direction of the wind I lift my head to these clouds above, sailing like regal ships without anchors or port to settle in. I travel amidst friends and foes alike. Some wish to tear their teeth into my bones and render me helpless. Others seek to lay down their own lives to send me forward. Kings and Queens bow low as the Jester walks by. A knowing smile spreads across his face and in time the crown upon his head will fall to the ground. Being the only thing left as his ashes float through the wind.
Settling in some different country they give way to a new life that sprouts out to take shape. A strong willow that dances in the wind as its leaves float across this new country; pioneers along a new frontier to blissfully sail their lives away. Swirling in a mock cyclone they wrap themselves around her, staying close but never touching. Hiding her soft features and veiling access to her beauty. Slowly in time they dissipate upwards into the war worn sky leaving behind the last beacon of hope.
No smile cracks her lips as the world is not ready for it yet. Sadness sits upon her like a mantle of her past and darkness shades her beauty; no spotlight to behold. Her eyes are the only thing that move and display life. A tear begins to form and as it rains down her cheek the facade is broken and she falls into a thousand pieces. The only dream worth saving, blown to dust in the wind.
Alone I stand on the bow of this ship with only this memory to serve as my guide. Lost amidst the waves I turn to the moon to give me light for safe harbor, yet it waxes and wanes as I drift slowly towards my inevitable doom. Darkness enfolds these eyes for the last time as a slow sigh of relief escapes my lips. The last breath for a kiss I never shared.