THE WIND IS BLOWING YOUR NAME

THE WIND IS BLOWING YOUR NAME

Are there any petals freeing themselves,
Somewhere in heaven,
When you look at me,
From your beloved heart ?

Have your fingers touched the sky,
Where birds start their flight,
To keep their dreams alive ?

Will you be imprisoned,
In the soul of the rainbow,
When you will be walking,
Across the forest ?

Maybe the sea reflects itself in your eyes,
And the sun shines through your smile.

But your feet and the path they are following,
Show me the way :
I shall meet you at springtime,
And I shall take your hands
In mine, and I shall kiss them…

And the birth of the morning,
Will be replaced,
By a new horizon made of flowers !
In endless and eternal landscapes of fields,
Of human will…

Art that re-creates nature !

And when the wind will whisper,
The answers to all your questions,
I shall remember,
How beautiful your name is…