They call the wind Moriah but I just call him Jack.
He runs his fingers through my hair and sends shivers down my back.
He whispers to me in the swaying of the trees.
He brings me sweet jasmine on the warm summer breeze.
He sings to me of silver stars in the moonless velvet night.
He dances witht he leaves of fall in a whirling twisting flight.
My secret friend, a love that knows no end.
They call the wind Moriah but I just call him Jack.
I know, it's silly but it just came into my head so I thought I'd share it.