Black Wave

It was the wind that day. It was the kind of wind that seeped through your pores and whispered, urging you to listen. It was the kind of wind that seduced you into its arms, so much so that you felt that if it blew a little harder it would sweep you off your feet. It was the kind of wind that intoxicated. It was graceful fingers, extended from the other side of the universe, coericing you to slip into its grasp, and to float away.
It moaned softly in my ears. It pointed me towards the sun. It said
"Look child, see that light? Its what you could be. You could be free like me. You could burn like that sumptuous, searing orb. Just forsake your feet, its as simple as lifting your them of the ground, and leaving your bondages behind."
But you were my foundation. You were where my house was built, you were the ground from which my water sprung. You were the grass that caressed my back, and the earth that surrounded me and cradeled my heart.
And the temptation is irrevocable.