Like laundry hung out on a line
dried out, rained upon and dried again
abandoned long ago
an empty house to look upon
             only a strong gust away.

Weak tears tiptoe through the thick dark
a secret well-kept in the day
             is given freely in the night
where dreams lie like graves
with grotesque things beneath loose dirt
             only a strong gust away.

In this place love is built of bitter things
bonds that will live here until they die here
too fragile to exist beyond these walls
the world we’ve made revels in the broken
             only a strong gust away.

If you’ve nothing left to cry for
you can look out at the stars
clawing through the darkness
with admiration
             only a strong gust away.