If the wind could see you
The world would have been airless
Trees will no longer look breezy
And the night will be hot as hell.

The wind would stop dead
Clouds will turn into marshmallows
The stuffiness of its harsh mellow
Will turn flowers black and blue.

The wind will contain no life
For you have drawn it dry from its well
The wind will move as though unmoving
Through our hairs, on our skin, nothing.

If the wind could see you
My life would have been done and dusted
In the coffin of my sultry yearning for you
I crave the dampness of your slender touch.

The wind would stop and stare
And everything would need to halt
The birds will balance in the middle of the sky
As your beauty took the place of their wings.

The wind would slowly turn into you
As it gazes upon your beauty and magnetism
It transforms its formless body into your figure
Slowly capturing every single detail of your glory.

The breeze and the air-stream will smell like you
And as it travels through my life I will smile
Because then I will have you forever by my side
In the wind, the particles, the abyss of your mind.