Oh, fleeting thoughts that ride the tempest's grace, To realms unknown where whispered dreams reside, I send my love upon the winds’ embrace, In hope they find you, far and free, beside. The gentle breeze bears secrets soft and true, Of tender sighs that none but stars have known, As night unveils my heart, laid bare for you, To drift across the skies where love has flown.
So let these murmured vows, as leaves descend, Caress thy cheeks, as if my hand were near, And may the winds our severed souls amend, Uniting hearts though parted paths appear. For though the world may keep our forms apart, The winds shall carry still my faithful heart.