Wind settles to rise again
Tacit words in the darkness of our mind
both maligned and constrained

What future would bear their weight?
Even the past refused the encumbrance
resigned to slumbrous fate

And thus the wind will collapse
as forgotten phrases from long ago
They flow, fall, then relapse

Yet still they both hide a storm
the scent of distant gray clouds in retreat
like peat the sun made warm

Regrets are the ghost of life
ever they rise again to haunt our thoughts
the mind caught amidst strife

We charge the mic with our song
but often old words hold new words captive
the active words made wrong

The melody thus silenced
we find solace in the moments between
a routine of violence

Witness the corpse of our muse
but bear in mind not all is truly lost
the cost of fear recused

But it will wake in the sea
the crashing waves of errant thoughts at night;
dying light sets them free.