I still hear the whistle of the wind,
Look outside, to see whether he returned.
I hold out my hand, to feel his hug,
And dance with him once again.
One moment, one glimpse
That’s all he gave me like a surprise.
I live each day with one awful moment
His voice still echoes in my ears, endless torment.
Memories of him are all I have,
Till date, that alone still keeps me alive.
I still hear the whistle of the wind,
Look outside, holding out my hand,
With a belief, still he can take me along
If not now, next time.
It was winter and I had been sleeping for a very long time,
Slowly awakened by the whistling of the wind, so gentle and cold
It was whispering to me,
Something, I had been longing to hear!.
Awake I closed my eyes, I felt my life complete,
The wind was holding me in his arms
I danced along, believing he would stay.
Only it was the southern wind,
As swiftly as he came, had to leave without me.
I believed it was the most beautiful dream I had ever seen-
Dancing with the wind!
Now it hurts… it wasn’t just a dream,
Such a fool to fall in love with the Wind that never stays in one place,
He could never take me along nor could he soon come back…
But I am not the wind, I know for sure,
And I could wait till next winter for his return,
My love will be forever awake,
Even if, it’s only in my dreams.
