Air of change

The air, myself and time alike, all seemingly stand still. No wind, no walk, no tick n’ tock, no great escape or thrill.

So many loves have brushed me by and all have left their mark. The lightest, bustling, playful air still etched upon my heart.

I’ve been confined to water for so long. It’s time to change. I’ll need the aid of passion’s air to lift me from these waves.

Come whipping winds, sweep left, sweep right and carry me from here. I’ve spent too long just watching time; my eyes too dry to tear.

So catch me in your freest hand and throw me way up high. I’ll soar like leaves caught in your breeze and, like the birds, I’ll fly.