Move on

No snow-peaked mountains,
Just cold white light.
No warm summer heat
To dry soft, wet bricks.
Set sharp eyes upon that wind,
And see that it’s not strong.
Spot its imperfections
And bottle it up for long.
Then set it free some day.
But it pains,
It pains, your reigns
Hold on, hold me on.

Is it just another house on the street?
Made of bricks and mortar.
To be broken again
And again.
Confide, confine
This emotion, many an emotion
Cannot be contained.

Play on, soothing song.
Washed up on the white beaches
Drenched in salt
For infinity.