I want to become the wind
I want to rush through you
kissing the corners of your eyes and tugging your hair
disappearing without a word

I want to become the strike of nine
I want to cry out for you
singing mournfully into the ignorant night
laying my hands on the heads of the weary

I want to become the wind
I want to move you
pushing you forward until your steps become easy
then I'll disappear without a word