space next to winds

I wish to name parts of the wind with my name

So when you call me I appear only to be felt

I will occupy the space next to winds

To this I matter not only to the living as if I am not dead

Will it matter if I am not solid? If I look as if I am nothing

I may not enjoy coffee with a cup with you but its aroma will call me

I will sit beside you, open your palm and assist my back

I have come to cover you with my senses

Believe that I am nothing but I am true

And I shall be with you as I make a deal with the lightness