SENSING THE ZEPHYR

SENSING THE ZEPHYR

I feel you crossing by me.

Sometimes cracking my bones with your sharpness,

Sometimes enveloping me with your warmth.

I see you surrounding me.

Brushing the grass on the valley mountains,

Sweeping the dust off the plains.

I hear you whispering to me.

Words from an unknown language,

Thoughts from another dimension.

You have touched me!

Leandro Bernardes