When the wind takes my breath away,
I have but to grapple with the wind,
not deny its purpose, nor its reason,
for ’tis merely wind, and nothing more.
When beauty takes my gaze from me,
and casts its means deeply in my soul,
then, breathless, I am ‘ere denied will,
and of this beauty, can I merely sigh.
When earth takes its great toll upon me,
swelled with its thunderous firmament,
it lends more vibrance to mortal being,
thus with its quaking, am I ‘ere moved.
When woman shelters herself within me,
tho’ she is stained with her past remorse,
‘ere I, blinded, must hold dear her heart,
and thus, become the breath of her wind.