On the Wings of the Wind
— poem
I penned my yearning on the breath of the wind,
and let it soar, drifting
toward a distant, hopeful spring.
It meanders across the boundless sky,
seeking the faintest whisper of the horizon,
tasting the tears of distant memories,
feeling the warmth of distant embraces.
I released my deep-seated longing,
an emissary in search of you.
With each tear-streaked word,
I conveyed the weight of our separation.
I whispered in its ear
the softness of every unspoken truth,
all the tender confessions
I have longed to share with you.
I bared my soul,
unveiled the hidden scars,
traced the weary paths of routine,
and no longer shielded you from my grief.
I sent the harbinger of my sorrow
to deliver the bittersweet comfort of sunny days,
to witness how nostalgia wrings,
twists, and shatters the fragments of joy
we once held.
If only I could still my soul’s torment,
but fear grips me —
to silence my heart would mean
its final, forsaken beat.
I would trade my heart for yours,
just to share this pain for a single day.
Yet, the thought of your suffering
is too great a burden for me to bear.
We both know the truth:
a love story becomes a hollow echo
when separated from its beloved.
If only I could drain the ocean’s depth,
or carve a path through the infinite distance,
to bridge the space between us.
So, I release the mystical bird,
my longing set free,
for it is all I can offer.
On the wings of the wind,
I wish I could follow,
to reach you —
to be with you once more.
