The Wind That Blows By Barely

Into the night my mind does wander, Into the night my heart is lost. And so I drift off into the yonder, Like the wind that blows by barely. Oft I feel a sense of wonder And I worry not of the cost. I consent my heart to quietly ponder The gentle wind that blows by barely And when my reflections are left asunder - Into the air so swiftly tossed - I reminisce of the spell I am under, And return to the wind that blows by barely.