Where the Winds are Blowing

One spring day of sun and air,

Harsh wind against my cheek—

Life’s sudden slap,

Right across my seeking.

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Stand firm against the battles of the wind,

Let not your fragile lantern fall.

Heaven’s blue is quenched, rekindled,

As every gust grows sharp and tall.

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From east or from west,

Cold or Gulf-born warmth—

I feel it most

In my empty arms.

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From north or from south,

Arctic death‑kiss or African ardor—

Wake me with your melody,

And I will grant you harbor.

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Hold me faster than a hurricane,

Turn me fiercer than a twisting wind,

Grip me tight, you titan—

Set me on my feet and read my mind.

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It fell wind‑still the day you left;

The darkest wind took you.

Now I face the storm alone,

And hope a breeze of love finds its way through.