Wind, Sun, and Summer

O wind who knew me when: 
 Touch my face one more, remind me, 
 Who I am again — 

Somebody has to know — 
 Maybe it’s me.

O sun who burns my eyes: 
 Tell me the pain was worth it, 
 Tell me
 All your sunny lies — 
 I need to hear them 

Some days we need the truth, but 
 Not today. 

For I need comfort: 
Dressed in pillows, 
Scented with jasmine — 
I need a refuge, 
Somewhere nobody knows 
My name — 

O Summer, come again and bring
 Me feelings —
 For I can’t feel a thing, except 

 Fatigue