If The Wind Could Speak

If the wind could speak it would speak of me
It would blow through the cracks in your soul
You couldn’t escape its bone-chilling noise
Roses strewn about your world would wilt and die

As the wind hardened against the still
Dragonfly wings would crack like glass
Air would be sucked from the lungs of ill men
The Sun would set on a blood red moon

Orange Dolphins in an emerald sea
Would dry themselves in rays of flesh
The heavens will twinkle and then go dark
As the inventions of man crumble like broken teeth