Into the night my mind does wander,
Into the night my heart is lost.
And so I drift off into the yonder,
Like the wind that blows by barely.

Oft I feel a sense of wonder
And I worry not of the cost.
I consent my heart to quietly ponder
The gentle wind that blows by barely

And when my reflections are left asunder -
Into the air so swiftly tossed -
I reminisce of the spell I am under,
And return to the wind that blows by barely.
© Erick Pratt