The wind never fails me.
It speaks my emotions during some reticense
It keeps in touch during prolonged silence.
It caresses me to sate my longing,
and it fills the lungs as it hears my dying breath.
The wind- such a good company when night is deep, when I shut my eyes in anguish, and when I shiver with a madening distress.
It knows when my spaces are consumed
And it detoxifies when sadness is just about to creep.
Kim Angelo Reyes 