Upon Wind's Wings

Gentle wind, please Go not from me. Rather hold me in thine uplifting arms. For thy tender ministrations are my sustenance Each satin, sweet caress a blessing. Bold wind, please Go not from me. Rather wrap me in whirlwinds' chaos That play with my garments and tease at my hair Flowing over, around and through me like a river Storm wind, please Go not from me. Rather entwine me in thy heart Let me feel thy power, to lay waste and to rend. Then, when my body fails, rend from it my soul That it may fly always with the wind