Wonder what message the cold wind brings me today

Do my beloved’s eyes, like mine, well up everyday?

The air smells of the sea to me

I breathe him in, I breathe in his poetry

At sunset, he stands by the sea

Looking out towards the offing for me

At the other end, I’m choking 

Overwhelmed by our souls mating

The wind carries his name, his taste, his essence
Blow back to him dear wind and tell him I feel his presence 

But that would never make up for his physical absence 

Till we stand upon the same grounds, I’ll meet his beauty at sunset!

*All photo credits: Emotional Spaces