Zephyr

Every breath, in and out, a trembling hope
A wearisome wish, a dream's endless scope,
To float through the world on the breath of the wind,
The breath that lives not to wish or begin,
The one that swings wildly and whispers away
Every wish for the time that would rush through the days;
If I could float there and be held aloft
Through the clouds and spires, understand what my lot
May consist of, well then, you know what I'd be:
The fairest of winds you never did see.