you make me feel so young and then the breeze came. in all of its essence and ineffable qualities it came, whispering melodies into haunted crevices, baptizing me in smiles too petite for the largeness of the happiness they contained. i knew this feeling before but had forgotten it. i remembered the lightness of touch and the small warmth that rose from my toes to my fingers to my heart and the knowing that comes with understanding and being understood, i knew it but forgot its name. then for so long trying to give it a name only to find a wounded child in its arms. the world was too heavy for the mist of my soul and my soul too old for the tremors of the world and so in love i drowned, and drowned, until the breeze came with you.