there is a wind that has no name,
that comes from within afar;
a song that wears a human face,
dust from a distant star.
a river that flows from heart to heart,
a fire that feeds itself.
a ship unmanned on stormy seas,
the hand that rings the bell.
a child is born, a friend has died,
and so the circle goes on.
the memories of the outstretched hand,
lives in the stillness before dawn.
i cannot hold or form with words
that which begins and ends.
so i'll fly to you with a robin's wings,
your lover, and your friend.
Beautiful..calm...soothing....melancholy...gret write. -SG xo
I love the notion: ' a wind that has no name, that comes from WITHIN afar ', wonderful in it's superb mysteriousness; great, great poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i can see the message that you are sending in this poem with a lot a heart warmth and soul i like this one a lot so rated a 10