A deep soft wind of past now blows;
A dash for darkness before emotion shows.
A single black tear on a hardened cheek;
An internal struggle -- my mind strong, my heart weak.
A moment of silence, a creation of sorrow;
Away with the breaking of day on the morrow.
A fierce recreation of memories gone;
On a chessboard tonight I am merely a pawn.
So I follow my mind into my own depths;
Wishing never more to retrace these steps.
On to battle the dragon of the mind;
To loose or to win depends on what I find.
So a quest is accepted to bottle myself;
Send a note on the water, and sit me on the shelf.