Sometimes I listen to night winds.
I hope they will tell me
you’re coming to me.
I ask them to guide you, protect you.
I look at the stars and wonder
if you follow them into my arms.
I hold my breath and wait…
perhaps any time now
you’ll knock at my door.
Will it be sooner if I fall asleep?
Or should I stay awake, so I’ll hear you come?
Will I ever see your face?
Will my heart feel yours, only skins in between?
Will my palm finally find home