How Blows the Wind
How blows the soft vague wind,
She can't make up her mind;
For she travels with a restlessness,
Her footsteps we cannot find.
To taste the breath of being,
And know the wind is there;
Will lift the wings with freedom,
And take us everywhere.
The wind rides in solitude,
In her diaphanous delight;
Her skirts brush eternity,
To gather the stars of night.
The wind whispers my song to you,
A song I sing for you only;
This song I share you've heard before,
But it keeps me from feeling lonely.
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