The Wind

have you ever felt
a sensation of light breeze,
leaving a soft rustle sound,
but without a single trace,
gently sweeping out your face, and went through into your soul,

but you're still asking me why i want to be the wind...

The Waves

that day,
i watched myself easily drowning
in a mighty waves of ocean that go back and forth,
but why i keep staring at you, sitting near the shore,

waving goodbye with an unspoken truth

until the waves curled me away
deep down in the dark seabeds,
but why i keep hearing your shrill voice
calling out my name in a perfect solitude,

or maybe it's just an illusion i want to hear.