The words of the wind whiper 'Come my dear' Sweep me off my feet I'm struck by dazzling discords of sharpened breathes becoming beautiful Galaxies of play swift through your hands The electricity of communication shoots through your systems Before the world says 'Hello' you breathe the stories of magic and wisdom Born storyteller, walking on a different mental plane Holding the air, letting it go with a blow Traveling the sky and landing on my heart But you can only stay for a day But the words of the wanderer, forever may they stay