Winds

They come from where they want,
Where we do not know.
Bring things that only they know,
What we do not understand.
Whistle strong that you have reached,
Taking with old memories,
Old wounds,
Old friendships.
Inspire confidence now, now complicity
Blow away all that was left.
I'm looking at this friend, who sometimes
Me is the enemy
His truculence that
Strengthens
Hardens,
Ends up winning.
Father of the breeze that brings
Peace,
The silence
Meekness
And the harmony to our hearts.
Wind blows...
wind blows...