Men traveled down winding pathways
Winding through my house
Empty cans dripping their sad days
In their wake I may be lost
One by one, they fade to the distance
Their trails evaporate
Leaving the path they breathed through me
Less clean and true than appears to be

What may strike the curious eye

And then there came the one who is
Swimming through my veins
True and clean was he

That day he drew through my house
The winding winds caught just right
In his wake, the charms at my windows 
Whispered temptations at night
His drops mislaid turned to ponds and then lakes
And, through a mist of
Heavy lovers, I am, by a miracle, 
Drawn at once to an angel

How the weight has shifted, in my eye

Then there came the one who is
Swimming through my veins
He stays with me