Thanks for showing me the way.

I know now how to search when you go
(which you always seem to do).
Whichever way the wind blows
I’ll hunt when I look for you.

The places I’ll see you may vary.
Through a thousand directions you’ll fly
Whichever way the wind could blow
I’ll find you, finally, by and by.

The wind blows leftally, rightally, through.
The wind blows through me, through streets, to you.
The wind doesn’t care what it crushes, or who.
The wind hasn’t given a thought to us two…
but neither have you…

If I am to be your friend,
as I’ve always been hopeful to be
then whichever way the wind blows
is where to expect to find me
among the last places you flee
searching invariably
for the finest opportunity
to seek out and maybe find thee.