You were like the wind in my life: sometimes bitter cold, sometimes you embraced me. When you blew hard it ruined all the fragile things; and when you blew gently it was enough to move me. On warm days you were a south wind bringing hope and renewal; but in the winter season I could sense the end was near. You were never anything I could grasp even though I felt you: When I reached out, there you were; as I closed my arms, there was nothing. You dried my tears and burned my lips. You made the heat bearable and the cold even worse. You were like a dance -- a sweeping cloud of leaves -- but the steps were just beyond me. Friend of hawks! stirrer of deep waves, beginner of storms and end to my peace and calm... My wind-vane points the way but I can't catch up. You were always on the move: heading towards me, running away. I hear news of you. They tell stories. But however far you go to my thoughts you keep returning.