where are you running off to, Oh wind?
There are no devils to chase you,
and nothing can stand in your way.
you are always born and Death
can never hold you in his arms.
yet you seem lost, restless
wandering through space and time
here and there, here and there.
For ever everywhere.
Where do you go wind? where is your home?
Or do you like me have no such place?
then shall we be companions;
wandering to places and times
unknown. In search
among the ruins you and I created.
May we go in search?
And if such a place is never found,
and nothing but hope survives,
may we remain together?
Endless wanderers, in this eternity.