The wind is in the East tonight; whispering like a lullaby;
A soft caress upon my face, gentle as a lover's sigh.
It wanders gently down the Vale,
and on, out to the open sea;
and, listening to its gentle song, a silly thought occurs to me.
A silly thought... but rather sweet;
wrap a kiss, in words of love,
and cast them out, upon the wind;
would they whisper high above
The Western Ocean,
carried soft, to find you there, so far away?
A gentle, whispering breath, to kiss your cheek,
at closing of the day.

Or, should I wish upon a Star?...
perhaps, the one that I can see
hanging, like a drop of dew on spider silk, out Westerly.
Low, there in the Golden glow of Sunset; sparkling, like your eyes;
in a few, short hours you too, might see it in Your Eastern skies.
And, perhaps, think of me; far away... cloaked in the dark of night,
perhaps, you'll wish upon that self-same Star that hangs there, clear and bright.
Another silly thought? perhaps; but sweet, as are all dreams of you;
one day, we might wish on that Star together;
dreams, sometimes... come true.