Zephyr

You're my zephyr

a warm, gentle breeze

blowing away the musty clouds

obfuscating my head and soul

clearing my sky and turning it

into the deepest shade 

of sapphire blue

I look up and think

Today is a beautiful day

Watching the clouds

Watching the clouds sail by above us,

carried by the early Autumn wind

I listened to the sound of of silence.

As I spoke, my own heavy words echoed dim,

like the cars nine floors below us.

Black, leaden truths hiding in my heart for too long

were suddenly gone, blown away by a chill breeze,

dissolved in the rays of the midday Sun.

 

Unspoken secrets are now broken,

the dank tomb has been unsealed to let the day within,

and the ring of happy laughter.

 

I am not alone, because you were there with me.

Milan, 21 September 2022