The Wind Carries My Message

Wind o' wind, carry my message, will you?

Blow hard, blow fast,

Stop when you find him,

Then hit him hard, and harder,

Now, calm down a little, and some more,

Relax around him, engulf him in your force,

Hush now, settle down quietly,

Let him breathe.

Let him breathe the scent you carry,

The scent that will remind him

Of the beads of sweat that covered

Our entwined bodies at 2 o'clock that night.

Oh wind, carry the scent of that night,

And of lavender candles that burned

To keep us warm until we fell asleep,

Asleep on the cold floor of my room

Dear Wind, remind him of the heat

From our bodies, kissing the floor beneath.

And the shivers that ran through me,

The goosebumps that rose on his skin,

The feeling of him against me,

His lips against mine,

Oh wind, remind him, tell him, hurt him

Just like he hurt me.

Touch his soul and leave him, just like he left me.

Then hold him tight and hit him again,

Now, whisper the message in his ear,

"I miss you", and he'll know then, that

The sender of the message is me.

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