When the Wind Stops Talking

This is a poem I wrote after one night outside... The wind was just... eerie.

As my heavy lidded eyes close,
Yield to sleep, believing your arms
Will be strong enough
To hold me, and the moment, forever
To never let it end
That you'll never, never
Let the wind take me away

The cold wind borne on the midnight sky
Will whisper secrets our ears aren't supposed to hear
But, I'll hear what it says
And I'm not sure if I should
Because the wind will give me all the answers
To questions I never wanted to ask
Because for once, inquiring minds don't want to know

So, you'll take my hand, you'll lead me away
To some other place, and some other year
Where who we are won't matter
So finally, I'll step outside into midnight air
And the eerie stillness will have no power
I won't want to know how to change things
It'll be enough that the wind never takes me from you