Windrider

By Segalt of Vulcan


Like the beating of distant wings, it begins
Incessant, endless, growing stronger
I grasp at reason for as long as I can
But I know, I can't last much longer

I thought I knew you, thought I knew myself 
I thought  we were beyond anger, fear and grief
But the illusion of discipline is left behind 
In a raging gale of needs and burning desires
And only you, only you can provide relief
Save my life and wash away the fires

Just when I believe, I might tame time
The hunger descends upon me 
No more waiting, ceremony, wasted time 
Now I ride the burning desert wind, willingly 
The wind that strips away my sanity
And I feel you, in my mind, calling me 

I touch you and my fires set you ablaze
You touch me and I burn even brighter
Primitive, primal passions take hold
Molding us into a timeless force of nature
And we ride the wind alone, together 
With no sense of present, past or future

Later, with passions spent 
In a gentle breeze of afterglow
I try to tell you what I felt 
And your eyes meet mine, and say "Yes, I know..."





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Touching Once

Eridani's Face

The A'Kweth

Turning

In the Pursuit of Logic, In the Pursuit of Peace





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