Upon The Breeze

I do not see but only feel,
the gentle breeze upon my face.
I feel my dreams go drifting by,
another time another place.

Gently blows from distant shores,
this zephyr traveling from afar.
Whispering wind keep echoing,
give me strength in what you are.

Come stir waves, make them swell,
unfurl your might upon the shore.
Consume me, over power me,
let me feel like never before.

Bring the storm, make clouds roll by,
hear breeze rustles, touching leaves.
You do not change as darkness falls,
remains the same, notion perceives.

Waves swirl, nature comes on strong,
feel the tempest anticipated.
Its presence felt in so many ways,
within the wind God created.