Saturday, September 14, 2013


Why does the wind so gallantly
          offers me his cold hands?
Do thoughts dance with him like sunshine
          glowing, solitary and buoyant?

O wind, do you lift the angels as you do birds?
          carry prayers as you do rain?
Do you bear witness to this world?
            do you bear witness to me?

Why does the wind accompany the lonely,
          embracing them with the might of melancholy?
Do dreams fall about him like leaves
          gently, sorrily, towards the ground?

O wind, do you travel the world
           whispering your wordless woes?
Do you seek the oceans and the heavens
           for someone who is listening?
                       – If so, you've found me.