Written words about the wind

This is my heart
And you are these hands
Drawn by this pencil or maybe a string
Of some wayward kite
Perpetually running, forever returning
With the sea and the night in your eyes

A soul and her moment are this barren desert
When her brothers are flown away
Fleeting swiftly down the garden path
Past the sun dial whose shadow whispers
Reminding of slipping sand and numbers
And how tired is the sun

Crouch beneath so many glowers
Preparing your predatory spring as a masquerade
Frightened fawn shivers to tear down this sky
A new Babel built into the rainbow
So many toungues running awry
Are you the hunter or the hunted?

This is my heart
I have built puppets in the air
Who run through castles on the ground
You are no tiger, just another frail tremble
Caught baring teeth in reflection of this slanted mirror
And say that we are all calm now

Did you forget my love out there
When the rivers were rerouted
The mountains quake on buckling knees
I and my sword shine; sing in the dark
The stars my company join this lonely serenade
We are the gull's cry, flying far to carry you home

You saw the rainy looking glass
I was not there inside
But the red pill taken, I am alive
Warped from Fear's mirage into your arms
Hear me whistling to the night
Know my strongest whisper in your ear

This is my heart
Long handed over to those hands
Soul beating double breathes you in
And the kite directs the clouds to follow
No more running before a wayward wind
With the sea and the night in your eyes