As the sand is to my toes And the wind is to my face And the rain upon my hair is felt So his eyes were to my eyes And to myself Each day I heard the wind and surge At night I breathed the pine and earth Dampened skin Time was flow, I feared no ebb And life was him If I last for ninety years Will I say I lived but three That began when he said to me Windy-one, five minutes can you Spare me, for eternity