Zephyr

If I had been that dry sultry air
I came looking for your wisdom’s moisture
If I had been that fierce self destructive wind
I came to thee land to calm and die down
If I have become this very pleasant breeze
I came from thy sea of love that made me warm
If I am still that ever fresh zephyr
I come again and again to kiss your beauty

From my garden of words arises the flower of poetry,
every single day blessed and kissed by the divine light
the birds of love and wisdom in threrein they flock
to bless and thank the beauty in us that forgot