Onoma

The giver of names
She calls
Your name is a prayer
As from her lips it falls...

Into the arms of the wind
Into the arms of the wind

Go out into the wind

Let it touch you
Nudge it back
~ Play ~

Let it smell you
Sniff back
~ Engage ~

Let it taste you
Swallow it in return
~ Become One ~


Go out into the wind