You

You fickle, fine, and subtle wind
I feel you ever near and here
But when I reach to bring you in
You all but fully disappear

The air beneath my fingertips
Is all that I can comprehend
That e'er shall it escape my grip
My fickle, fine, and subtle wind

You brightly shining silver moon
I see you hanging in the air
But as my fingers reach for you
I'm cross to find there's nothing there

I grasp at open, empty night
And sing a melancholy tune
I'll bathe in all your sterling light
My brightly shining silver moon

You roaring flame upon the stone
I do not fear to reach within
Better burned than live alone
So set your flames upon my skin

And even as I am consumed
I'll sing of you in gentle tones
For all your fire would pierce the gloom
My roaring flame upon the stone

You tiger in a wicker cage
I see you sitting there, afraid
You warrior in this coward's age
Your prison is so poorly made

At any time you can break free
From all your fear and all your rage
And run your path alongside me
My tiger in a wicker cage

You flower on the mountaintop
Were I to cease my weary climb
My adoration wouldn't stop
And so, to this, I am resigned

And if I die in quests thereof
And bleed out ev'ry single drop
At least I will have tried for love
My flower on the mountaintop

You shining blade of brightest steel
You do not know that you are sheathed
And in the dark you cannot feel
The greatness you've not yet achieved

My greatest ally in the world
Hold your fire, keep your zeal
For when your banners are unfurled
My shining blade of brightest steel