“P” prelude

Here is sunrise

calm and round

Here is the wind;

Morning’s breeze

Lullaby's comforting;

Yet sweet and joyful

Warmth of the bed;

Wasteful to sleep

Wind is blowing,

lightness spreading

Ringing top of that fingers

with touch of leaves cheek

Passing that lips along branches:

Here is the wind

Crossing that shoulders became softer;

They were clouds

Sky takes a deep breath

Field comes up with open arms

Blows that throat;

Here is the wind

Passing and sharing

beats of that chest

scent of that breath

taste of that mouth

In far-off place

wind is blowing,

darkness is going,

he is singing.

* P: Title of one of the songs of Spitz

12.05.2013