let the breeze answer

the storms did not wait, nor did you
but then a wave has quietly receded into the sea
leaving some traces behind
i am asked, if i will come again
sing again
dance again
and i, feeling a bit shy,
keep quiet
let the breeze answer
for they know
where do i spend my nights
when stars take leave
of all the light
you gathered in the lamp
to walk alone
to the temple,
you sat on the steps
waiting for the priest to come and open the doors
so that you can meet your lord
but i don’t wait any longer
i do not want to meet also
i know every time we meet
going back becomes even more painful
do not i have enough pain already?