My Way

O Morning Mist, touch me soft
Stream of sunlight, through the dust.
Cool breeze swirls around me to keep to lost,
To find my love, my only, my first.

O Misty Wind, tell me tender,
Your lovely song, to me you whisper.
My faltering steps, my path, you hinder,
Yet, to the Song of the Wind, I Surrender!

O Windy Meadow, let me lay,
On the greenest grass, beneath your sway.
Gliding streams and their soft murmurs say,
Among the balmy air of the wild,
I have finally found my way!!


- January 2002