The fickle wind whispers your name to me, in its light dance, its words are hidden, like falling leaves in a distant autumn, I carry the echo of your voice, a listless song.
Whispers lost in shadows and dreams, the breeze embraces me, but your owner is missing, your laughter, a sparkle that illuminates the instant, now it's just an echo, in my distant chest.
The sun is hiding behind mountains of gold, and the darkness looms like an old parrot, its wings of shadows cover the path, I lose myself in its embrace, but I long for your fire.
The stars awake, twinkle in the night, but there is no light in my soul, emptiness buckles, the wind, mocking, drags my sleeplessness, whispers your name, and my heart, a mourning.
Wind that knows my silent secrets, tell me, where will you find your forgotten footsteps?may the night be filled with your divine essence, and may the echo of your laughter guess my sadness.
In the shadows, I await your return while the wind envelops me in its excess, the sun has evaporated, but I still have faith, that one day your whisper will be my dawn.