Wind

In every step — the wind
Not loud — a touch of light
Like a step in the air — nameless
Walking on stones — without thinking
A smile — like a shadow at sunset
Lines stay silent — only the distance breathes
And ahead — always nothing
The wrinkles of the horizon — hidden
Where the sea — touches the edge
And the sun — like silence
You — move — air
Like a wanderer — without a beginning
In every day — only emptiness
And always — something else
But the light promises neither sleep
Nor flowers — only the voice of the wind