Kate Bush - Wuthering Heights

Out on the winding windy moors
We'd roll and fall in green
You had a temper, like my jealousy
Too hot, too greedy
How could you leave me
When I needed to possess you?
I hated you, I loved you too

Bad dreams in the night
You told me I was going to lose the fight
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights

Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy, I've come home
I'm so cold, let me in your window
Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy, I've come home
I'm so cold, let me in your window

Oh it gets dark, it gets lonely
On the other side from you
I pine a lot, I find the lot
Falls through without you
I'm coming back love, cruel Heathcliff
My one dream, my only master

Too long I roam in the night
I'm coming back to his side to put it right
I'm coming home to wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights

Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy, I've come home
I'm so cold, let me in your window
Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy, I've come home
I'm so cold, let me in your window

Oh let me have it, let me grab your soul away
Oh let me have it, let me grab your soul away
You know it's me, Cathy

Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy, I've come home
I'm so cold, let me in your window
Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy, I've come home
I'm so cold, let me in your window
Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy, I've come home
I'm so cold

Writing Hope - Wuthering Heights

In Wuthering Heights, the many winds, almost toppled all feelings. But the strong root of the crystalline love remained. The eternal source to nourish the eternal tree, and all flowers, plants and rocks around you.

The scar that pulsates trying to remember the bitterness of Heathcliff, to the point of pleading maledictions at Catherine's Funeral.

I pray a plague! It was not a plague, it was a prayer, invoking the ghost of his beloved. That same ghost that visited many night his window, she realized the want of her beloved Heathcliff, pulling his life.

How could resonate the Hope of Heathcliff's Heart, I know this case has no solution. Beast injured in body and soul and heart. Emily found the solution, hope.

The hope of eternal love resting in eternal life, thus want to Emily Bronte, and it will.

In Wuthering Heights with love Glauber