To the breath of life

Wind, I await you.

On days vainly forsaken,

you came far beyond

the horizon, rising like

a veil to cover the sky.

Wind, I await you.

On days desiring an embrace,

from time to time, you

brought me memories, like kisses

dancing in the rain.

Wind, I await you.

On days seeking for

guidance, amidst the

whispers of trees, we voyage

through realms unseen.

Wind, you’ve come

to take me over the hills,

over the mountains

and rivers, to understand

transient eternity.

Author’s note:

This poem discusses the brevity of life and the inevitability of death. Using “wind” as a metaphor for death, the work discusses how hasty death comes and how subtle it is when it arrives. The image of wind coming from far beyond the horizon represents how we all have started a countdown from the beginning of our lives. Regardless of who we are, death patiently awaits us all.

As the poem unfolds, the narrator’s gaze fixates on the wind coming from the distant horizon; anticipating its arrival, he stands observing its approach; eventually, the narrator is swept away by death to reach transient eternity.