You're the wind--an unpredictable force.
You blow me off my projected course.
You come, you go, you disappear.
You take me places so far, yet so near.
I'm the earth--a solid ground.
I keep you from leaving when I'm around.
But you awaken my hidden earthquake.
I show you the chaos and mess we make.
We're fire and ice at constant war.
Different on the outside but the same at the core.
It's more than what the eye can see.
No need to pretend, I can be just me.
Wind, stop blowing, I want to say.
But I wouldn't have it any other way.
It's a frustrating part of your personality and charm,
That does me good, but also harm.
Wind, keep blowing--my secret wish.
While far away, it was you I missed.
Every time the wind blew through my hair,
It felt as if you were right there.