MY WIND!

By Yasen Vedrin

(A Potion of Sighs)

The morning caresses me, blue-eyed.

The autumn is whispering, pale-faced.

The long-sleeping yearnings inside

Awake to the scent leaves have placed.

All night through the window, flung wide,

The cool wind has frolicked and played.

With palettes snatched down from the sky,

Its art on my floor it has laid.

A golden-bright autumn design.

How dare I to step? I must fly...

A carpet of innocence fallen, divine.

Dear God! Is it real to the eye?

Each leaf is a magical sign,

Turned gold in the delicate sheet.

As if a new childhood is mine —

Awake by a tree, fresh and sweet.

As if my dear mother is near,

A quince in my hand she has placed.

The sunbeams are laughing and clear,

Like fish in a river enchased...

My wind! You have made me smile bright!

Now paint everything in my soul!

I’ll stay in your tenderness quiet —

Reborn with my childhood made whole.

Fly deep in my spirit, fly high —

Like dreams under skies old and vast.

See tears in my hand, clear and dry?

They’re dew from my eyes of the past...

Please, keep painting, do not depart,

With yellows of autumn embrace.

My reward is a verse from the heart

To kiss your invisible face...