I love the sky, how beautiful it is;
To be surrounded
by the density of air.
This
Divine purpose to care
For. Quietness and hush; in time,
Every crime
Is
cast aside;
See how wide
The earth becomes. Shine
Is
everything not spoilt by
Air. But even in my
Quietest hour, air
Becomes all. To share
Myself;
to give
A part of me is something I live
For; but
no-one gives me back
That which I so lack.
O the
torment; how it seeps
Into my mind. My heart leaps
With gladness to think that hope
Lies not far away;
but there is that rope
Which not even I can see;
It possesses me.
Air of confusion, estrange me not,
For I am of no mercy, for what
Ever shows its
gratitude to me;
This is not how it should be.
I
love the warmth of friendships arms;
Aside with fear,
and anguish it calms.
To be as ever wishes search;
sit
Aside. Let no more hit
My weakest side;
Please, dear friendship, never hide.
The air, my
friend; the cold,
My foe. Then you must
Hold the
frenzy, and thrust
Upon me such divinity of force;
Will I accept it?
Yes, of course;
But first,
because of me,
Please force it and let it be.
In a
time when gather all of you,
One time, I shall not
know what to do.
Be ready and take it from my hand
And plant it firmly, in comfort’s land.
What is my
firm desire?
That I might inspire
My worst
aggressor to be
My friend; to find that which I can
see
So far away;
I’ll find it some day
Soon,
through sun or moon.
Now I tell you what to do;
As
ever, it is to see me through
The worst time of the
day;
Perhaps it is the only way.
Behold my
friendship; take my trust,
But still, for ever, you
must
Give me what you know you can
And find me
more than
Ever done before,
That which all of us
adore.
It works: I have what strength I know;
Now
I can see the start, to go.
In loneliness,
consolation lies
With friendship. But though it tries
To win through, there is too
Much which it does not
know. You
Are what you wish; I am that
As well.
But at
Some time, when all is sound,
It must come
round
To speaking all. Then I
Am whatever you say.
Why
Will not matter, for it is you
Who must
determine what is true.
Shout at me, and move the
air;
Look at me, and let me share
Whatever you can
find;
And free this torment of my mind.
Look, for
it is there;
Take it from the air,
The sea, the
land.
Do not stand
In silent thought! If you
Look, it is there and so true
That it surprises all;
Am I really small?
No, only in appearance, for
You
seem as you are.
The door
Lies where it always
stays;
There are many ways
To give;
There are
many ways to live.
Air;
Share
Yourself; give
That I may live
How you do
And live how I can too.
Now you put the end
And send
It to me
To see
If I can take
It.
Wake
Up the dawn; love
The
sky above.
But you do.
What did I say?
Is it
night or day?
Answer me.
Just be
There
To
care
What I do or what becomes of me;
Do you now
see
What I
Sigh
For? Yes, and I know
That
air can not go.
Be me for a while;
Would you smile
Or fall?
Me, and I shall be there;
Search for me and
you do care.
In the safety of sleep,
And
the comfort of time,
Keep
A thought of where I am,
or not.
Then you have done what
I do
For you.