Whispers on the wind

A friend told me not too long ago, that while I have talent I also need to broaden my horizons (though he said it in fancier terms) So this is the result. It's long but short in a way. Like the limbs of spiders It caresses the trees and stirs Broken and browned leaves Larks soar, their wings plastered against a dreary sky On the whispers they rise Ever higher into ice fields of pillows condensed The mass of grey and blue whittles away at giants of Granite, streaked and colored uniquely Sand sinks down, erosion it’s maker Salty water laps at her numb feet The air tickles her skin and grasps at Her unbound hair, the tresses golden in setting sun Low and harmonious it starts Welling up from within In a voice not but her own Over her vocal cords and swelling against her closed mouth Her russet lips part, breath leaking out Swiftly and colored lowly by the beginning Tears leak steadily, falling without notice Her eyes close, shutting the orbs Off to a harsh and unrelenting mother nature She’s rested on a rock Made of her own soul and hopes Of a love She sang odes and words Not known to man For she was higher placed then the gods And yet she cries for that very reason She has the wind She has the sea But she sings for what was once lost And now beyond reach Her lost sailor, swallowed by the gallows She blames her self, her tears Are for his eyes only But she is alone With only the wind to answer Her calls of sadness and pain Steadily and forever a rain falls over her Songstress of the sea. A/N It's not how i wanted it to turn out, so I am to be doing a rewrite of it, but I fear that the rewrite shalt be longer then this one.