Solar wind rushes
Brushing the constellations...

Be careful what you wish for
words spoken out of anger...

People always ask, what I do at work and why?
I nurse my patients back to health, or they will...

Someone who will lend an ear, to problems no one...
Someone who can lend their voice, when you find it...

Spread your wings and fly away
You'll come to take me another day...

With age and experience lessons are learned,
In the moral of the story knowledge is earned...

Icey waters standing still,
In the air there's quite a chill...

How I long to feel enchanted,
by eyes that bare the soul...

Tire swing from branch of Oak
Field of Daisies, grass' cloak...

You are the brush to the canvas,
stroking on hue...

You will never know who I am
Though search you may and try you might...