You come to me like the wind,

soft, harsh, cool, tender, chilled.

You come to me unhinged,

reckless, sensual, cheerful, unbothered.

You come to me in a bind,

tormented, sick, weary, blind.

You come to me,

It’s always you who comes…and you never ask why, how, when or where.

You find me in my dreams, across the street, unbound.

You find me in the shadows, across the hills, bound.

You come to me like the wind,

How is it then that I haven’t learned that I can’t keep what’s free?