Enchanting Solace

O sweet wind,
Of soft whispers and gentle caresses,
Would you stay for a while?

Would you cool my grief-stricken eyes,
And bring pearl drops to my parched lips?
As you careened past the desert sands,
Did you scrawl magically on its surface?
Of the million lazy etchings you made,
Was my beloved’s image one of them?

Hush! Mighty Oak tree, shed
No more of those rich-toned leaves,
That twirl past it in your pursuit.

Shun those lascivious red roses
Newly blossomed awaiting you,
To spread its enchanting scent;
Lest it taints my beloved’s breath,
That you bring from a faraway land.

O mellifluous wind,
My beloved companion,
Would you stay for a while?