My feet tip toeing in the morning dew
A taste of forest tea on my lips
My heart in the clouds
Deep in my eyes you find my smile

The wind is taking its time
It has no beginning
Or maybe yes
But above all
It has no end
...it simply is

I love its wild whiteness
Delectable balance
of bliss
The reason for its existence
Entre chien et loup
that unique time
when the silence of the night
magically looses its name
with the sounds of the morning
basking in the first impression of light

At the edge of the cliff
Only one law
Listening
to the voices

Serenades of the wind
Scent of the ocean
Star explosions
Warm breath of the moon

From my right hand
A feather
From my left hand
Another feather
A duette
of caresses

Traces of lilac silk
On the mat parchemin
And
i am writing it

Engraved with the tip of the feathers
An eternal bullet
In my book of life

I am in love with…..
the wild whiteness of the wind

Claudia