I whisper my inner most thoughts to the wind 

The wind, it in turn whispers my secrets into your ears...

 

I try reaching out to you, but you've built a wall around you

My voice, so frail, it fails to nudge you back to life

For you are lost in your reverie, your pensive translucent I cannot see

I beckon to you for the privilege of a panoramic view of your thoughts

But you shun away my very call

So then how shall I come down to your nadir

Or is it that you are on a zenith that I shall never touch

In either case we are not standing on the same plane

So how shall we ever stand side by side

 

The only solace is the wind, my breath I exhale

And she carries it to you, and you breathe it in

So somewhere there is a connect, somewhere we meet

And I know when she has reached you with a part of me
Because when you breathe me in you nudge me back to life...