From heaven and hell comes the Wind like whispered secrets from seraphim or lyrics sung as a sacred hymn Or dreams slipping past on a flighty whim Warm and soft and meditating Cold and hard and calculating A mysterious force With endless tales Strong enough to fill tall sails and soft enough to find the nooks and crannies and gently brush your face Her breath slips in and swirls around then runs away again Passing by with twist and turns touching all along the way D