Air
I want to be the air that blows by you
and gently touches you brown skin
But then again
I want to be the air that secretly stands still
So I may hear your dreams
And it seems
I want to be the air that flows
When it knows
Where you'll be
Can't you see
I want to be the air that cools
All your pains and discomforts
Isn't it a wonder
Why I want to be the air
That bring you joy and life
Would you be my wife
I want to be the air
You breathe forever
And eternity
You're by Destiny
I want to be the
Air
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
