The Wind Whispers

I feel disturbed,
heartbroken,
disappointed.
I quiver,
I shiver,
I shudder...
when I see
the world
from the stained-glass windows
of sycamore trees;
when it's dark
and I can't reach the sky,
because the windows are too high,
and the wind whispers eerily to me.
It haunts me,
taunts me,
binds me,
blinds me...
when I hear
the wind playing tricks,
whispering,
slithering
in my ear,
"Come to me."
and I was listening.
...why did I heed.?

-LJ
5 November 2014