I see the wind

I see the wind

on silent wings she glides,

hangs in the sky

below cloud’s drift

I hear her morning cry.

I hear the call of the sea,

waves branding,

the whisper of sirens,

a song  on the wind.

and

the wind caresses your hair

and

as the tide turns 

she is all  eternity

she’s all that there is

and

all that there was

and

she’s all that  will ever be there

I hear the gull’s cry

below cloud’s drift

she hangs in the sky.

I

see

the

wind