Laments of Aura
To man, her very breath, a means but to cross the sea.
For shores she does not blow toward, notchance he'll ever be.
To blisses height freely she soars, her pain lifting her on wing.
Searching highest of clouds, lost fathers breath she hopes to sing.
In pain finds her a pleasure, bearing a scent that's all too real.
Mystified hath her own father, haunted thoughts of the ideal.
Lamenting for her father, with tear filled eyes she just cant see.
the wind that blows behind her, every breath her fathers breeze.
His breath across her shoulder, upon her neck she cannot feel.
The wind always behind her, she's never faced to reveal.
Her essence dare I not capture, her breeze I but embrace.
These winds of Aura within walls they have no space.
Her words I cannot say them, of her honest I can but speak.
Her eyes fixed on but truth, her winds maketh strong men weep