Why Doth the Fall Wind Blow?

Oh Love,

tell me why doth the fall wind blow.

In gentle caresses, my ardor should only know.

For if should I, fall in love with the wind.

To what, all my flesh be gone.

And my body returned to the arms of my mother earth.

My heart, at last been speared,

I sit to sink in stupor of my selfish blood and tears.

Lay waste in time, a caress from a blade of grass.

The last my flesh and skin shall ever touch.

My burden is free, and my soul 

hath become one with the wind.

Where doth my lover shall caress me,

and kiss me every day, so ever gently.

And our love, we shall fly away.

To lands of towering mountains,

concurring seas, and wondrous caverns

and to the lofts of many trees.