Interference - Prayer Before A Voyage

Be my weather
Blow through me like the wind
Wind in invisible shapes about my ribs
Rain on me
Be my winter

For what do I wish?
Not for stone or for wood
Nor of water or of flesh
But to meet you in the space that lies
Between a joke and a smile
And beachcomb the empty mile

Be my weather
Blow through me like the wind
Wind in invisible shapes about my ribs
Rain on me
Be my winter