The Wind And Its Music

The wind is bringing feelings that I can't understand.

I don't know why it is cold and damp.

It is whistling in my ear, and it sounds good.

I expect that tomorrow the sun will change my mood.

I remember the time I could enjoy the rain,

But, now, it seems the clouds start to faint.

My feelings about this short time to rest

Are like an elder's utopic dream about the past.

However, I feel something pulling me to stay here with you.

I do think my mind are true.

I found in your words some parallel existence.

They go to the deepest thoughts of my conscience.

I can hear the wind passing through the window crevice.

It produces a harmony that sings to me when I am sick.

The whisper of the wind fills my dream

And makes in my mind the grandest symphony.