The shiver slithering down my spine tells me that it's time, you're close. I want you to come. Be my first and only wish come true. Trace my steps, the path worn by my words, spread among the winds sent to summon you. Just be here.

I feel cold with every tiny shudder and the whispers grow fierce inside my head - threads of thought without end or beginning, meaning lost. My saving grace - my angel, please - hide your wings from prying eyes, sharp with envy and jagged with the cruelty of broken spirits. Keep your light for all which need redeemed; though all deserving, few are worthy. Don't weep.