Having Hope

I am but a wayward breeze, Cast unto the rays of night, The skies grow dark with my burden, The winds burdened with my darkness From the darkness come beams Burning brighter than the harshest fires Calling forth from the very depths of the hell that is my heart Great ecstasies, Ancient memories of pain, pleasure, and fear. We blend together, your light, my darkness On chasing The other running from No one know where one ends, Or quite where the other began Our paths crossed for a reason.