The wind has little to say and the heat prevails
Don't know when the sails will fill again, but they will
They always have
The hour to mark draws near
Without her - without the wind
My compass is awry, but He navigates
So the journey continues, the color of the sky unimportant
Just another twinkle in the galaxy
Some images seen now only with eyes closed
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