In the wind a thousand whispers—
with the rain ten-thousand forgotten tears.
Blowing, blowing, in morning's calm,
all that was, all that may never be,
in present moments, in the rain.
I, the wanderer, sojourner in dreams—
captain of a ship long lost upon seas
churning through dark threatening waters.
Tattered sails, yet will I stay the course
through the wind of a thousand whispers.
Blowing, blowing away in sweet silence—
rain drops, fall down upon me, softly,
as so many tender kisses from heaven.
The wind, dances and swirls about me,
and whispers that all will be well.