Tell me when you feel the wind blow,
For I cannot feel it.
I see it bend the flowers stem,
And shake the mighty trees.
However I do not bend, or shake.
I think that I know what the wind is,
...But I am not sure.

…So tell me when you feel the wind blow.


Take my hand, that I might take yours,
For I cannot hold.
I can see the warm embrace,
And the lilting eyes that shine.
However I am not warmed, and mine eyes do not shine.
I think you need to hold, to feel the wind,
...But I’m not sure.

… So tell me when you feel the wind blow.

Speak, that I may speak
And I will tell you things.
I will talk of secret lives,
And how all the world is strange.
I think I need to speak to feel the wind,
...But I’m not sure,

… So tell me when you feel the wind blow.

I can only feel the wind,
When you tell me that it blows,
… And even then,
I do not truly feel it.
I play at life, and its uncanny ways,
It is the best I can do; so for pities sake

… Tell me when you feel the wind blow.