UNTAMED DANCER.

Blow wind blow,

The sweet time you hone,

Make your noise sound,

Almost owl-like in tone,

Through your haunting breath;

One takes pleasure in that cool largess,

As if, you enfold yourself close, with pride, so effortless

At the right time, day and place, like perfume

To the heart, breathtaking in your gentleness.

Blow wind blow,

The currents in your flow,

Come with skips of delicate breezes, for all tempos

you moan,

And groan, involuntary; those ripples of ecstasy without being heard,

Caught in the corridors of the heart 

The wind of love, for you, ebbs and turns,

Like an untamed dancer, who's as free as a bird!