As the sand is to my toes   And the wind is to my face   And the rain upon my hair is felt   So his eyes were to my eyes   And to myself      Each day I heard the wind and surge   At night I breathed the pine and earth   Dampened skin   Time was flow, I feared no ebb   And life was him      If I last for ninety years   Will I say I lived but three   That began when he said to me   Windy-one, five minutes can you   Spare me, for eternity