That Wind

That stream of wind,
Blowing so gently
Restlessly caring,
Loving, wise, overbearing,
Looking to your soul from up,
Listening to your mind,
Whispering secrets of the trees,
That ancient wind,
Taking ways from South to east,
From east to west, moving
No borders, no obstacles in its way
No chains on his arms,
That warm wind now, making the leaves
Tremble, shivering in golden light,
He only as a messenger, delivered to me
the sweet scent of your hair,
the melting embrace of your smile,
the sparkling glance of your eyes,
that wind came from African desert
awaken memories from their shells.