The Wind

Your eyes are colored like wind,
The Wind from the northern sea.
A wave on the sand so clear,
Whoever got me that far must be laughing;
Alright, I can laugh as well.
So sweet is your touch,
May I never go free,
But I’m breaking away
To return unbound,
And I hear the sound
Behind my shoulder
Like the shape of the swan, gliding,
And when the trees are bare,
There will be nowhere to return to
But we stay, believing.
Your eyes are colored like wind…
Bringing incredible news
I don’t know if I’m ready,
Does it matter?
Whoever cut me that deep,
I love you.
And here I stand, transfixed,
Listening to the sound of the wind.
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