Wind whispers through silken sheets
in tones that speak of promise.
Secrets dance with hearts ablaze
in minds beset by crisis.
Woe to those who live their days
in coffins wreathed in gold!
Ears are stopped and eyes are glazed
away from secrets we are told.
There comes a one who stands amazed
at all the senseless wasted
thoughts and hopes and dreams debased;
rejected before we truly tasted.
Why must we run this witless maze,
flying from love we will not accept?
We beat ourselves in our craze
thinking ourselves beyond our depth.
Fear not the heartfelt promise made
nor yet a hope or dream unspoken.
We seek heart's treasure to be repayed,
yet never will our spirits be broken.