for Wind of South

There, over the Blue of dome,
as combing waves with smooth,
the Wind from South has come...
as touch of mild and voice of sooth,

oh, I love this feel and plea,
through this sunny day, I lay where
and beg - more fondle me, indeed...
yet - Wind's a change I know, I do

So humble in a pray, I am in still
this Wind to come, I wait for coddle,
its gliding over dunes of salty sand,
and me to flux as one with the Sea

ah Wind and Summer...