When the lofting breeze reaches my cheek
In the humid night or feverish day
When lovestruck cicadas rattle at peak,
I wonder at this breeze from far away.
Did this same wind touch your face across the sea?
Perhaps it carries the memory of your scent,
Perhaps a prayer or thought whispered to me
From your sweet lips, caught by this breeze, was hither sent.
Perhaps I should shout my love and sing my heart
Upon the westerly winds to find you
That your hot cheek may be cooled by my art
And you find me there, imagined or true;
I find you dancing in the wind in every breath,
My love is in the sea and dreams and life and death.