I have a friend that speaks in gentle tones
She is the colour of the burning sun
Skyclad in blue
Her burden, carried winds of the earth
On broken wings of fire
Her tears, her whispers speak of failed miracles
Silent, persisting in my memory
a haunting chase of nothing,
Oblivious to mind shattered
Knowing not when they shall come;
She wants to make them see the Light
A friend that speaks in tones
Silent, desperate notes ring to oblivion,
Tears forever, that's what she said;
Where has she gone?
Is that Incoming I hear?