Gentle Wind Poem by Noel Tupan

Slowly, gently... it touches my skin.
Gradually, it makes me quiver,
as the coldness was felt within
Like a baby lying down in a hammock,
swaying, feeling sleepy, savoring
the sensation of the coldness it brought.

As it caress my body,
I am craving that it would stay,
though I know it has to go away.

When should it come again? ...,
and endow the feeling I’m missing.
Blow me again oh gentle wind.

(09/10/2008, Manila)