Your Name by Arcane Sun
Though I've called your name a thousand times, my words are blown back
Into my face. The wind makes my skin harder still. The clouds race by
Over-head and I fight to remain standing, the signs of endless journeys
Shows in my weakened stance. I wish for the ground to open. I have been
Around the world and back, I have re-lived every memory, re-dreamt every
Dream and felt every touch (again). Still the clouds will race, the wind
Will cut and soon I will fall. The dust will form a mound that shall be my
Tomb, never to be whetted by the tears of mourning, because I was lost
Long ago in a colder world and lost you forever.
I believe that each man craves the soul rejuvenation that, for centuries,
Authors and poets of the world have immortalised through the written and
Spoken word. I believe that each man wishes to harness the power of the
Burning sun and rejuvenate the soul that, for many of us, lies dead. I too
Have traveled these paths and found that most lead to a bare world.