When the Wind Was Fierce and Desperate

In times when the fire is hot and burning, it is when you expose your soul to the world; when you soothingly float in the night air inhaling its exquisite perfume. At the end of the world where stars meet unwillingly, silently weaving their illusions and desires - that's where you belong. Carelessly bathing you in moonlight under a starless sky. Never again will the elements meet like the did back then; when the wind was fierce and desperate, isolated from everything. Where the only sound you could hear was your own beating heart, faintly, in the distance, as if gasping for air, for life. Exciting and bewildering desires that kept you young and vital; these are tonight's thoughts. While the rest of the world sleeps and the music wields its sword into darkness; lasting forever.