harsh west winds
meet warm east breezes
where the grass is grey
and your heart over freezes..

the crossroads of my soul
the essence of my being
half dead, half shallow breaths
somewhere inside i find myself believing.

someone holds my hand
and tucks my stray hair
i can't see who you are
but i feel myself there...

and in the world of torment
whisper sweet my dear
crossroads crossing
and tell me what it is, i shall not fear.

you are an illusion
the warmth in my hand vanished
tranquil thoughts gone
leaving my soul famished

xox
Ellie J