The Breezes:

The breeze that kisses the face of the sea
dreams of the breeze in the hills
she cries: "I have too much freedom
I feel lost without your humble rule"

The winding breeze of a city street
bereaves: "I have too much knowledge
as I pass through the minds of so many people
these creatures have no wisdom
all they know is that they long
for that which they do not know
which cannot be found, which
may not exist."

The breeze which merely touches
the veil of his lover the sea
laments that this is as close as he
may ever come to truly knowing her:
"For we are as two opposing forces
our love is a paradox, I am drawn
across the face of the earth
and you the restless depths
we only meet at dawn and then for a moment"