On my roof,
above the world,
whirling winds wail.
Soothing salve
kisses my face,
cools my aching head.

Wind,
comforting and caressing
whips worry away,
sings so sweetly
draws me
into its arms.

Smooth murmuring melody
makes memory fade,
gives freedom for a moment.
No more me,
I am lost
in whispering wind.

Windsong,
wild and gentle,
carries me away,
cradles me
in its cadence
and lets me forget.