Mellifluous Murmurs

The Lost Wind

Every breaking dawn,

The wind would break its territory.

And that's when I would see it.

It would slather this air

and suffocate each breath 

as it passed by 

our innocent souls. 

I saw it.

How wouldn't I have seen it?

Why would I want to?

The fever was running and its temperature dug deep into the fire;

Infernos swallowed each space

Each dimension;

Each direction-

I witnessed each gush of lava swallow the wind.

I witnessed this volcano erupt;

I watched this life.

Yes, the same life that she lives

and the same air that you breathe.

Yes.

The same dome.

The same bubble.

I disregarded these thoughts 

because I heard your cry.

It was the picture that my mind has ever portrayed and drawn.

I remember the sound of your cry

as the disconnection of the strings from a violin.

It's musical.

It breaks me. 

Everything comes back to me.

I live in a boomerang.

I wonder if you'd come back to me, too. 

A tear escaped my pupil

My crusty lips came in contact with the wind

I scolded it with the fire that grew in me

I caught it with all my might and power

I screamed at the wind.

Why did you take her away from me?