vientos nuevos

I am free like the wind,
I can roar with the storm
As I too can glide swiftly in the hills
where the sun peeks shyly
beneath the blanket of the crimson mist

I am the gentle wind that blows through your hair,
Making your eyes aglow
and your cheeks flair.
I carry with me your tears
and bring it to the heavens
turn it to raindrops that will pour down in the stillness
of a thirsty sea.

I sing when there is silence
A grand symphony that nobody hears
I hover amongst the clouds
And orchestrate the beauty of the skies

I fail to exist where I am not needed
And I refuse to die in the hearts of those
who choose to feel.