North wind

She woke, itching...  in her mind’s eye,

Crushed, naked, curled up on the floor

Eventually claws free of gossamer threads

Stretched across her recollection

All that she might be, all that she might see,

Caught up in this dream of him

At last, naked she might feel

Might be restored

Ran into the North Wind

Until she can’t feel any more

In the heart of the storm she screams

No reasons: suddenly desperate to be...

Close to you

Through rain and traffic, ran to you

My senses stripped

All that I might be

Al that I could see

Caught up in this dream of you

At last, naked, I might feel

Reborn

Ran into the North Wind

Until she can’t feel any more

In the heart of the storm,

She sees

The North Wind, so cold

Running in the North Wind