KING OF THE WINDS

My banner is an end.

It neither fraternises

nor meets half-way.

An end are my songs.

Here I am,

amassing the flowers,

alerting the trees,

erecting the sky as a colonnade,

loving , living and getting born

in my words.

Here I am,

gathering the butterflies

under the morningús banner,

nurturing the fruits,

and dwelling with rain

in the clouds and their bells,

in the seas.

Here I am,

sailing the stars

and anchoring them,

and crowning myself

king of the winds.