My soul is torn by a whirlwind
Screaming eddies scrape the truth away
Like a newborn
Flailing
Trying to take hold
Gasping and bleeding
Alone in a bed so cold.

What happened to what I dreamed
All the crisp and bitter leaves
Twisting in the fall sun
Flickering bright to dark
Like falling seeds
Flailing
Trying to take hold
On earth where silence
And colors seasonal and old
Bound me for a thousand years.