The Mirror

When the wind blows
And leaves the leaves on the ground
When the wind blows
On your direction

Then I feel your presence
I can almost touch you too
In a mirror of black waters
In deep silence at rest

Only I feel what I feel now
And I can now understand
When the wind brings your heat to me
And whispers your memories

Then take my thought
To your most secret delusions
Until the deepest hiding places
That you can keep inside of you