Out of the blue, the midnight wind begins to blow, 
unfamiliar croons awaken my cold senses, 
and a misty memory swiftly starts to flow, 
reaching the dark depths of my clandestine loneliness.

There's a story; my mind wanted to reminisce; 

however, my heart is clouded with strange phrases, 
longing for an uncanny and vehement kiss, 
or I am just lost in my own empty pages.