Southern Wind

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.