Dissapoint

The soil turns with the wind
Gust by gust, tossing secrets and memories of ways pass
Time, just a story of movement and changes
Ever repeating, ever reminding
Something you can't hold
Like a feeling
Slipping away right when it hurts so good
Like the dust of the earth
Joy, a thing of the ever leaving past
Leaving me to wake to this ever present disappointment.

Repeating

Repeating

Repeating

The falling motion
May cause motion sickness.
Beware.