Dreams of Sharing the Wind's Course

When the wind flies by I wish to become a spy Going wherever it is Being always in great ease For when the wind flies away My world becomes all dark and gray No more do I hear its whisper No more can I dream of having a bird's feather Being bonded in an empty cavity Seeing everywhere only the enemy For love is no more felt Love is not even spelt So dream I only of sharing the wind's passage Even if I am growing older and older in age!