I AM
The wind hovers the town in the blue shades of the morning
To begin their journey of chilly gusts,
What street shall we begin in?
As it whistles through the cracks of the old buildings surrounded by life
It passes through the woman with long blonde and silky hair
She gasps
I am powerful
Flying across the bay where the boats float heavily,
Sea salt is in the air
I am my strongest beside the water
Blowing further into the fog leaving the horizon blurry
Whooshing sounds echo loudly from the docks to the town of Dingle
I speak to you through the sounds of the wind hoping you hear me
For you may be anywhere, and I still will follow
