"Wind is like breathing" he says to her,
"Like our very breath this wind it is",
Her eyes hold magic deep within their sparkle,
To him, she breathes life,
Her voice as a soft gentle rain,
His a deep rolling distant thunder,

Some deep spell is lingering here,
With a sparkling trail of stars between them,
Wishing stars they are,
In a night world that whispers darkest dreams,
To their brightness,
They stealth away into an unhearing inky night,

Winds blow strong in her heart,
Stirring these stars,
Turning them into dust,
She breathes deep,
Her wind calls him by name,
Calls him to dance,

Somewhere in night, a cry rises,
Catching stars unaware,
They blink and dance
Now wind stirs echoing their cry,
Into their eyes,
As they breathe,

Ripples of wind like water,
Drench their crystal forms,
As they breathe themselves into night sky,
Wasted wishes fall,
Like a cry,
Into an empty dark night,

Rain begins softly falling,
On her hair then down her face,
Wrapping her in power,
Of thunder and lightning filling her night,
her skin in blue reflected flashing,
While she restlessly breathes,

Winds begin to howl,
To sing of rain under these stars,
Breathing a breath connected,
Becoming wind, becoming rain,
Turning stars, those empty stars,
As their breath turns them to dust.