To wind flows aspiration of wander—across time and space to her.
Planted in the earth is envy—for the one able to bask in unyielding devotion.
What one imagines it would be like,
but only to be breathless from stirring thoughts of beholding her secrets.
Planted in the earth is envy—for the one able to take hold of the moon by night.
At last, to the wind infatuation is cast—
an unlikely dream of going to her;
a dream just the same.
By the light of the sun,
breathless is one to see the rare and inspiring beauty of the moon.
