I feel you fade away,
Like the wind whips away the mist,
Like a bird flies south from the nest,
And leaves but feathers in the air.

I feel you slip away,
Like the zephyr takes the salty spray,
And flies it out onto the bay,
And whoever dares to feel it there.

And I wish that I could feel it now,
{Every drop to match each tear,
Born from under heavy brow.}
...And that winds shall call you here.

I feel you fade away,
Like an echo lost upon a storm,
A shadow lost in seas of light,
Born from broken morn.