Walking the halls
was walking in circles.
She seemed to be consistently planning
walls with codes,
The bear skin coat whooshed and swayed
as she eddied about.
"Miles deep and endlessly wide, you are my constant, my confide"
Speaking to no one, but with the wind.
A wind that had been both kind and cruel,
The wind had be the culprit who had blown the storm and
Hampered the speed
of her carriage as she had sped
to her fathers side the night he had passed.
She had not been present
to hear her fathers last words
no one had heard them they had been lost to the wind
and this troubled her deeply.
On the day of the funeral
a warm breeze flew through
and it caught her attention.