A WANDERING WIND

 I was a wandering wind,

carrying broken dreams,

alone travelling crossing

mountains between long rivers.

In your eyes, 

I first discovered a fiery love,

deep and warm, 

quietly rising into a flame.

Our two bodies,

hungry like twin flames,

at a single touch, 

a single breath,

we dance under the moonlight.

You were the pressure 

of the first moonbeam,

I was a river trailing behind,

yet in the silent 

infinity of the sky

we were always one,

though the world 

refused to accept it.

The rhythm of your heart

remains within my words,

like the sudden dance 

of the sudden rain 

in a clear autumn sky.