Soon I will see you. I will meet you once again.
Joy there will be, laughter in an endless delight.
The wind will blow your name to me, whispering shadows.
Rumours of silence will make you see,
In my heart and soul where my feet dare not tread,
With you I will stand.
Swift wind I shall be caressing you delicately
My soul so free that the sky is but a closed room to me.
The limits of my body are nothing to a soul like me
Here I stand… waiting… waiting for thee.