Embracing the wind,
I reach out my arms,
To receive even more,
Of this fulfillment,
Of nothing.
Yet it's something.
An invisible body,
That I grip together tight,
Mixed up in my own imagery,
I give you a name,
In which I can't explain,
But one that I understand.
I prance along the lush grass,
Holding you all in,
My nobody is my somebody,
I'll always take you as one.

So here I stand, empty hands,
Yet I know you're there,
Somewhere...