The you who writes, the words,
In the whispers of winds,
Forgotten in life's mirage.
One day, you'll awaken,
And seek  them in the middle of night.

For you will hear your words in silence,
In the darkest of night,
When your bed chill your bones,
And your hand, as empty as your heart.
In the darkest of night,
Where the moon ran away in tears,
Stars lost in a caliginous sky,
The words you once cast adrift,
They will return to you on this wild winds.

All you let go in the world,
Shall seek you when needed most.

Upon this night,
You'll dwell among your words,
Lost in the world you once constructed. Words once penned without thought,
Now find meaning in this night.
For your words take on a life of their own, And you dance with your soul, tears in your eyes.

Halsey