Lost in time again
My words are fading out
Moments old already
The meaning getting lost

And what they mean to me
No one else can ever know
And how it turns out
Is what I am trying to find out

Days would, and months would pass
Before they lose existence
Yet in those moments they live
Would they ever experience

The warmth of those ears
For whom they were spoken right now
The moment of joy in the eyes
If they had been heard

And so these words now float
In this space between us
But perhaps they would convey their meaning
To the wind, which in turn
would have already conveyed it to you
by now.