The wind blows here, near the sea
mostly mild and warm
but sometimes fierce
It becomes real dark but rarely a storm
I catch scents
off my balcony
which whisper secrets to my yearning ears
I don't trust much, enough with tears
But in you,
I smell safety, protection and laughter both
You are locked up joy and I seem to be holding the key
but privately
there is no shame in there
There is danger, too,
but not from you
Who stands tall for what's fair
Good being high up invisible now I see
I smell why
suddenly
how the wind must sigh
