And you will be behind me.

I have met her in my dreams
and the wind recounts now
the words of our tale;
loose letters on the currents
and a heart of stone and fire.

He dwelt mostly in my shadow
a secret I would deny to know
but my fingertips felt his skin
as my mind tangled in the fall
of his night-black tresses.

Her lips were bitter red, lies untold
her eyes shone with secrets
and those long fingers played
a strange tune upon
the harp-strings of my body.

I have met him in my silence
the glaring eye of the storm
and for a moment there
he was the breath in my lungs
and the light of my eyes.

You will never be without me
on the coastline of your soul;
from the sea of thoughts
I will wash upon your shores
and my lingering spirit
will roam them,
incessantly.

I will call in the wind,
and look ahead,
always attempt to find you
But the light will blind my eyes
and you will be
behind me.