sometimes i don't know, which momentwhich cool gust of wind will come,and enchant metousling my hairand my heart, stirring...that familiar ache of poetry, which drop will kissthe old wrench in my soulreminding me, all over againi miss you better in the rain.

Maybe life is all about twirling under one of those midnight skies, cutting a swathe through the breeze and gently closing your eyes.

Breezy daysdeserve the unionof two old friends.

I want you to crave the crisp ocean breezeas much as I do.I want your soul to beas rain-swept as mine.

May youalways haveopenbreezy spacesin your mind.