Stir in the Air (Original)

I was the wind rustling through your hair,
sampling the cold room wrapped about you,
I was never really sure I was there.

Scattered from your window to everywhere,
stretched infinitely thin under the stars,
I was the wind rustling through your hair.

Now when I dream I imagine you fair
but you have no body, you're only wind.
I was never really sure I was there.

The universe groans before settling,
then all the world's actors rush to the stage,
I was the wind rustling through your hair.

I stayed, stirring above to watch your flair
but there's no way you could've seen me heave,
I was never really sure I was there.

I could've rustled more to show I care
then you'd know my breeze when wrapped about you,
I was the wind rustling through your hair,
I was never really sure I was there.

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What do we take for granted in life? Is it objects, wealth... people? Are we like the wind, simply flowing around the friends and family we love, like mist?

Or is the wind representative of our best efforts, the most we can do as fallible human beings? Can we rustle more to show our loved ones we're there, can we rustle more in standing up for ourselves, for chasing our goals? Our love?

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