This is the first draft of something I wrote...
comments are appreciated, thanks.


the Wind is in the courtyard
just me and the breeze's smile
swirling around terse sighs
a brush says, 'hello'
I reply with watering eyes
tousling my hair
as it flows past,
to carress my dreams.


- Phobos

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Variach, in the year 136 MA.