The wind raced forward and turned into me,
Cut to the right to complete a full circle,
Carried my soul and tearing me off,
Raising me up she twisted me round,
Round and round the house, the city, the state,
So we went - I and my wind, and she.

The wind slowly fell, fading to sleep,
She took me down and carressed me,
I looked around and knew nothing,
Who am I? What am I? Where am I?

Then, again, she was there,
Running down the hills,
Up through the valley,
And into the mounts,
She raised as sweetly as only she could,
And carried me up to the clouds,
Twisting, and twisting and turning and rising,
Up through the clouds, on to the skies.

And then down again - to the desert,
And fading again she plummeted,
And falling again I weeped for her.

She came again when I was done weeping,
This time crowling to me, petting my cheek,
Unable to lift me she stalked the lone dunes,
I rejoiced and wailed and fell and embraced her.

When she left I was tired of weeping and smiling,
I decided to let it all be and just hold her,
But she slowl shrank, and her feel left my body,
And now I am here on the dune,
Disconnected, torn and exhorted,
Left me body at home,
I am waiting for someone to come take me back,
And to fill me with feeling.