The Wind is a Liar

 

The Wind Is a Liar

The wind is a liar, the siren’s call of an unquiet mind
The roads ahead don’t seem so clear anymore as summer passes to autumn bare
Tiptoeing footsteps along the broken path of a crowded alone
All sound and fury spent; even the lizard speaks to no one anymore
Once, I’d thought to fashion a whole by assembling pieces of the map together
but my calculations weren’t true and the map lead to nowhere
I’d solved the riddle,but the answer was nothing; maybe there had never been a riddle at all
And so, it ends not in a torrent of inspiring fire
but with a few snatched phrases on the wind about a girl we both used to know…

by Nina Illingworth