The air, myself and time alike,
all seemingly stand still.
No wind, no walk, no tick n’ tock,
no great escape or thrill.
So many loves have brushed me by
and all have left their mark.
The lightest, bustling, playful air
still etched upon my heart.
I’ve been confined to water for
so long. It’s time to change.
I’ll need the aid of passion’s air
to lift me from these waves.
Come whipping winds, sweep left, sweep right
and carry me from here.
I’ve spent too long just watching time;
my eyes too dry to tear.
So catch me in your freest hand
and throw me way up high.
I’ll soar like leaves caught in your breeze
and, like the birds, I’ll fly.