Running wind I hear your breeze, leaving me with a whisper, quiet and still I am left on my bed shivering from your touch, is it my fear of awakening
Quiet wind is it your touch that makes me tremble as you approach within a beauty I can not see, but I am left with a cool so very warm within my now vacant soul
Tender wind blow over my being, do you have a soul to share my awaken state, do I only have my dreams to know you or my mind to keep you
Sweet wind let me be not awaken, if I can only be without you, then with my soul I can keep you and my dreams will live in a life of sleep.