the color of wind.

I'll hold on till hell rises,

from beneath the red earth-

watered or dry to the core.

Till I master the color of wind,

I'll wait for death to rip you,

from my side to the deep night-

where dawn is unthought of.

Lest I master the color of wind,

I'll let my heavens fracture

and the whole wide world bleed its essence ,

through unhappy ending's cracks.

When I've mastered the colour of wind,

I'll let time relinquish it's hold on us,

let our existence fade into eternity,

until then, I'll learn

to converse with the wind

of it's color and make.

© Bunguswa ™