Whispers in the Air

Winds swiftly carrying,
And currents all around me.
Floating on cushions of air,
Cleansing me of all despair.

And so I breathe,
Inhale- Exhale-
My oxygen.

The angel loaning me his wings,
The aiding gust I glide on,
Above the sea of never ending ennui,
To the endless horizons.

With whips and lashes,
Hard as steel and cold as ice,
Hiding me from stalking eyes,
With strokes of lightning, shields of thunder.

Touched by helping hands,
Zephyrs moving coloured strands,
For me to see, -
Breath taking infinity.