Can wind be caught
handled and tamed
and be made to stop
where hands have laid claim
It reaches all skies
gives depth to all land
reaches into time
and pulls from it sand
yet the wise men seek
to control your gale
and prove their naive
and utterly fail
but they do not yield
for to catch the wind
is a fate to steal
and love to ascend
and maybe one time
you'll stop and you'll blow
and be only mine
but always you go
the ebb and flow stops
your torrents do cease
and the stale air drops
without any peace
I wonder what is
and what it will be
that moment you freeze
and blow within me
would you feel my breath
as you move and stream
the air that you give
the soul that you free
or am i one more
a wise man to show
wind cant be stored
in a heart that knows
it has to be free
but i will sure breathe
and hold you in me
for as long as i can
because of the love
that lies in this hand
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