A love poem about a breeze that falls in love with the lake it touches, but is (apparently) unrequited.
An upbeat song about the empty times. The yearning to be filled, which makes our lives vibrant, requires that emptiness.
I wrote the first verse of this song in an online chat conversation. That may not seem remarkable, but consider that it was in 1987, when only 10,000 computers were on the Internet, before either the World Wide Web or IRC.