Wind and Soul

Wind and Soul

The wind comes from the sea

with such vehemence,

and its elementary sounds infect

the silence of night.

Alone in your bed

you listen to it insistent

on touching the chimes,

crying and calling

as if lost without anyone.

But it is not he who has you

sleepless, but another force

in which your body is jailed,

a carapace that was free breeze

and recalls.