i can feel your touch in the wind
a soft caress upon my skin
that seems to know me better than i know myself
somehow you know the purpose in my steps
whispering approval as i move right or left
though i yearn to find contentment in these days
it is okay not to know
it is okay to question
it is okay to dream of more
you reach out your hand
and say "i understand"
then i say "here i am"
and the sun sets on another moment.
i am glad for you.