Asking

Sorting out the wind

Processions, Progressions

Is it enough to ride with it?

Bound to limitless

Carry me around the surface

Into the air a prayer

What on earth am I asking?

You rise through motions,

I am letting go

My thought cascading

Provision wiping the slate clean

Let me hear you

Oh, of promises spoke

The words resolved within me

Every moment I'll take the chance

That with you within I am healed

Within there is much more,

The breeze begins when you ask me,

How far are you willing to go?