Slowly and gradually I drift amidst my thoughts,
In depths and in extremes-
of an intensity, quite mere.
Could it be,
Or could it not,
the resonance of a vague sound,

From a distance it travels;
and calls me where there's peace and sanity,
Nothing less just-
The audible sounds of the wind;
Blown from beyond the coast to where i reside,
Whispering and confabulating with me,

In days of isolation or in days when in pain,
It soothes me and hums sweet melodies,
Always accompanied in joy or when in vain,
Knowing fully that I'd be deprived of a companion,
The winds call for me exterminating my despair,
Tis an endless friendship till the time I live.