Mystica

Breath of life ...

I\'m tired ...

Like the leaves in the fall

clinging to its branch ...

Kissed by the frost

slowly dying to be reborn ...

 

I\'m tired ...

Like the dying, light brown grass 

thirsting for the rain never falling ...

Drying out 

like the brook in the once lively forest ...

 

I\'m still ...

like the calm before a storm

breathless like the air a hot summer day ...

Existing in nothingness 

missing the kiss of life, waiting ...