You govern the wind with your whisper,
Veiled by perception, you do not see.

Gusts blow,
Only in innocent cry do I answer,
There is no light here..

My tears direct the moon's volatile waves.
Upon luminous impact,
I will send you into a peaceful abyss.
Sensual and happy, you will transcend,
Leaving me here with nothing but your whisper, and shivers.