The breeze whispers to us
such human things
as the fresh ae(the)r flows
caressing our skin.
That shiver down her back
was my name in the wind.
Feel it at night
as the street-light spins.
Wander my city
to the ends of the dark,
Seeking so surely that teen-lost spark.

"Things have gotten closer to the sun
And I've done things in small doses
So don't think that I'm pushing you away
When you're the one that I've kept closest"
Look me in the eyes.

"What were the skies like when you were young?"