You are the toiling Wind,
Your eyes are the blue sky, your touch the warm sunlight
I have seen the stars in your freckles, and the night sky in your palms
I know you often feel like you have no path,
And I know the fear of being lost resides around your ring finger
But I know you carry far more than a whispering breeze in your lungs,
I know that in your feet are proud gusts
And that your love is what screams at my window every night
You are the toiling wind
Indisputable, incorrigible, intense
And you are what carries me by my wings when I am too weak to do it myself
I know you come with clouds on your heels sometimes
But I also know you chase them off just as quickly
You are the toiling wind,
You are the gentle breeze,
You are the screaming gale,
You are freedom.