o wind

wind, o wind

you carry songs across the sea

laden with sandalwood and salt

and memories sailing with starlight

wind, o wind

waves dance in mirth beneath your breath

fill them with longing for a distant shore

and tenderness for winter beaches

wind, o wind

restlessly wandering with flocks of clouds

grazing immensity and black rock isles

swept by the albatros' winged elegance

wind, o wind

you once held sunset in your hands

reflected in her ocean gaze

you once entangled in the fringes of her skirt

between smiles golden and a silver tear

wind, o wind —

may in a blissful hour

from dappling sea in flowering eventide

your grace send me a petal

from her elysian garden.

(for D.)