Move on/ wind

Moving on is like the wind
It sometimes goes and sometimes ends
We must go where it leads
And another’s path we intercede
Sometimes we stop and share a hour
But are forced to move on by the Great Winds power
We have to thrive off something
So the wind goes hunting
It finds another whose soul does match
Then we get together and memories hatch
But wind being unchanging moves us
We find something new of the dust.