Calm wind, carry me
through the hush of violet dusk;
your fingers comb the wheat,
whispering every secret I forgot.
Stars bloom like quiet fires,
your breath cools the burning in my chest;
I drift on the slow tide of night,
a feather learning how to rest.
Stay, calm wind,
until the sky folds into pearl;
then lift me, weightless, toward morning—
where your silence becomes my world.