Walking with the sunset, prancing with the rays
I feel the wind controlling my emotions and my ways
It goes there and I follow, and wherever I go
Its sweet whisper of tomorrow bellows —
For it loves perpetuity, as I love my love
And it caresses my sanity like a pure, white dove
Enveloping what can only be held by the view
Even the sun can’t uncover its hue.
The wind loves to flirt with the waves of the sea
And its footsteps in the sand imprinted in glee
I envy the sunset, it embraces the same
If only I can hold it in my name!
As often as it blows the stars would glitter
As often as it cries the flowers banter
As often as my heart beats for my sweet mother
Of the sweet wind there’s more to discover.
(c) Ruth Mostrales