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One's Rhapsody


Relief only comes during the late hours of sunset,

When the cool wind finally arrives

Just to curl around your legs,

Sighing with content, just feeling this moment of peace

Where parched lips no longer begs for water

And darkness reveals more than light.

For in which all eternity stands,

Only one seems to be dislodged in its cage.

It is now finally set free.

With the music of the wind

And the path of the night

To guide it back to where it wants to be...

Towards home...

Towards Forever...

Towards............ You.

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