The August Winds

By Shifana

Soft winds and heavy murals,

an empty terrace and the cathedral’s carols.

My legs dangled too high above the earth,

and too low beneath the clouds,

burning to be intertwined with yours.

How am I to quiet the thoughts

that effloresce wherever my gaze falls?

For today, I saw two lovers 

brush past each other in silence,

and the white roses blush.

The August winds return with overcast skies,

and it’s surreal how I find you everywhere

as time drifts by.

I miss you dearly,

Like the meadow of clouds up high

that silently rush by,

I pray our time crawls near.

For I found myself lost 

on the terrace the other day, 

where the howling wind 

brushed against my bare skin.

It wove my hair into chaos

and rushed over my body with a force far from soft.

For I’m gone in the winds.

The terrace still hums your name.

Is it you, my love, disguised as a phantom?

For I seek your embrace

 in the restless arms of the August winds.

By Shifana