Passing wind catches my drift as the drafts pile with empty words echoing in silence. Notions that such a task would be a breeze. Yet scars open to bleed, raining from clouded thoughts. Storms that have raged behind mountains awaiting to overcome the heights. Dry spells basking to decide whether the drought of emotions is caused by the pressure. Gravity of life escaping to find the space and light. Such a twinkle caught within my eyes, reflecting the stars. Cover me with thy embrace O passing wind. Sing to me the tunes of voyages you carry out. To see beyond horizons and share my adventures. Let pieces of me mark these sheets with prints. Walking with gentle motions or force towards the passions of my soul. Caress my face with your touch and lead me to eternity. O thy passing wind, breathe life into me.