The Gathering

Fading falling
Slow winds breaking soundscapes
And waves of velvet sweeping
Into me
You moved all that was in my world
And showed me all the new colours
In my universe where storms run
Falling, falling, falling, fall into me
I hear echoes of my speech
And I see shadows of my walk
I feel the past
I always look backwards
Fighting, floating
Tasting blood in my mouth
Ancient damp painting ruins
Feel the rising chill