ROSE OF THE WINDS

by: Ariana Strong

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You are West,

beautiful and sweet. 

You are freedom and adventure,

afloat, yet tethered.

 

For lifetimes, our two paths have never crossed.

Not one of our beings has ever talked. 

 

I thought we were different though,

with our talks from afar, 

I thought we fell in love, but I guess we’re too scarred.

 

Did you feel that pull?

How my chest’s compass points only to you,

with the strongest of desires to fully know you. 

 

I still run to you, 

but you are no longer there. 

You were forced away,

hidden in a tower somewhere. 

 

I am your opposite.

Worn and obsolete. 

Ordinary, yet offbeat. 

The force between us is something erratic,

fore our poles are surely not that magnetic.

 

Oh, my lovely West.

It has been written on our planes,

that we never were to truly meet. 

 

We are destined to be fused with those of the North and South,

because you are a beautiful West, and I am just an East.

We are never to have a joint direction.

No matter what we both wish.