Black Wind

And the devil in black dress watches over 

My guardian angel walks away 

Life is short and love is always over in the morning 

Black wind come carry me far away 

With the sunlight died and night above me 
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain inside 
You run for cover in the temple of love 
You run for another it’s all the same 
For the wind will blow and throw your walls aside 

With the fire from the fireworks up above 
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain 
You run for cover in the temple of love 
I shine like thunder cry like rain 
And the temple grows old and strong 
But the wind blows longer cold and long 
And the temple of love will fall before 
This black wind calls my name to you no more

 

3 comments on “Black Wind”

  1. Very "cinematic." It reminds me of some of my best bad dreams. Thank you very much….

  2. This is very dramatic image that you created Elaine!!… it’s a great and it has captured the feelings brought out in the poem… xo….peter:)

  3. Our temple of photographic love will never fall, Elaine! That I can promise. It’s the place wehere we both are angels, taking pictures of each. Some in black & white, the others in colour. Our temple of intercontinental photographic love will never fall!
    All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.

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