You look at the sky and it all seems pleasant;
You do not know there is a storm coming,
Nor guess at how long will last her results.
She's like a song that you hear in the distance,
With words that turn to mist then to woman
And takes form and stands when you are not ready.
Yet to see her drift my way makes me rejoice;
With eyes closed to the risk I make her welcome.
She's a wind that comes to me like a dancer
Her stage is the air and stars give her rhythm,
She is a breeze that comes and blows the papers,
And makes a mess of the room by her laughter.
I want to be the place where she finds comfort,
And to be the place where she can find stillness.
But like a day in spring she must go quickly;
And as she drifts past I am left dry and empty.
This was a wind that blew me out of order
And left in my heart a dark storm of despair;
I will not judge her for she is not guilty-
It was I who like a fool sought the gale.
A wise man would see risk and lock the window,
He would bar the door shut with ten inch nails.
A smart man would move out of there far away,
And be sure to tell no one his new address.
Not me, I stand at the door lost and hopeless
Where I pray to the soft wind that she returns.