“Wind, can you tell me
Your story; Where you were?
Still, lenient or strong,
Still, thoughtful, a storm.
In the midst, a narrative untold.
My body covered, looks bare.
You touch my bones, my soul and hair.
I wonder. How would it feel,
To love the way you do?
To be you, with the sun, the waters,
The skies, the baby birds, the waves.
Your sound, I feel.
Your voice, I know.
Ripples and songs, as we go.
You whistle in me:
“My child, Love. You See…
Never born, never dies, like me.
Where I come from is known,
To you, to everything, even the stone.
We know each other; the breath alone.
Step inside, walk with me,
For a short, a long while
Only to remember,
How we create, one and another.
Love. You See…
All around, above and below,
Gentle caress, ecstasy and flow,
Time is now. A thought you blow,
In the winds that build and grow.
Love. You See…
The language of all, you and me.
Control, you can try, merely to be.
Building a storm, a new life to form,
So is the journey. Where were we?
Life is fun, sing and dance with me.
Love. Come close. You See?”
Maya Abou Chedid
