Rising wind on heart descend
to swirl through recollection
lifted up and pulled along
a song of God's perfection
Whistling through the morning dew
secret places by the shore
circling back your will intact
to dance the dance once more
Held by just the moment
quick to come and gusting gone
lover of the evening
mistress still to breaking dawn
Exactly who you're meant to be
so free on none depend
yet swirling recollection
as upon my heart descend
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