I was shaped by witch hands By my grandmother and my mother When i was younger some of the golden days in greece Would be interrupted by grey windy ones I would step outside to feel what it was like To have the world knock me flat on my back Only to be pulled inside by my father Last night i fell asleep thinking about my soulmate And i had a dream that the power went out in that house And a tornado was whirling outside I was 8 years old again And i stepped out into the squall Absorbing the pure energy of the wind My heart was full My hands charged My hair knotted and wild No debris hit me No father yelled When i woke up i didn't choke on my tears But it felt real Nonetheless -Alexandra farina