The Daughters Of Ash & Wind

I  
Felt them...
long before my eyes
rested upon them...
 
There vibration...thick..
and pulsing with need...and want
 
They were in pursuit of the Four Winds...
their 23 year old souls
had a thousand years behind them
as there demons whispered behind
there eyes...
 
Like cracked glass in  window panes
afflicted...by the ghosts of what had them
addicted  
 
Addicted to the heat of passion and its
every valley  
licking the luscious life out of them
as they lay dying...
gasping on the floor
as they whisper...
"But we still want more"
 
I watched them...
their eyes vacant...
like late nights at wendsday
night bible study...
Always raving because...inside
they...did need saving
 
As they covered themselves...
 
in heroine clouds...and
cocain blankets...
with enough sugar sticks to lick
till they could no longer take it
 
The little blonde girl smiled at me...
as her right hand kept shaking...
with her shorts on...in 47 degree cold
 
like it was summertime in her mind...
I watched her addiction...unfold.
 
Running over to cars..as discreetly
as need allows...
slippin away into alleys...
with no need for a bed ...or a house.
 
Out in the open...these demons
wore there skins...
these young girls on Market St.
Souls...worn thin..
Sometimes I bring them sandwiches...
Or cigaretts now and again...
These girls of ashe and wind...
still needed a warm heart...and a friend
 
I always feel them...
 
long before I see them...
the little blonde girl...and
the red head named Pixie...
 
The blonde girl always hugs me...
and I let her...
I let her soak up whatever  
light is inside me...
I give it freely...
Hope to see them one day free
to live...
really live...
outside the heat...
and need
of there addiction.