As darkened clouds do blight the sun’s gift,
So does the tempest of your fickle love,
Ever changing with the idle breezes;
Unmindful, you meander about the skies.

As winds carry you over a new home,
You cast your shadows upon a wasteland,
Its fields impotent by self-imposed salts;
Contented, you forget those old pastures.

But even as I curse your wanderings,
Still I pray you’ll return on gentle winds,
Descending from the skies as a cool mist,
Embracing me as we return to soil.

Forever will my affection be true,
Forever may the breezes remain still