Amnesia II

I used to run along
in the fields
together with the winds
that made me feel safe.

They blew my hair away
and I closed my eyes;
raised my arms and glided
through the gentle breeze.

My feet slid over the grass
and knocked off
the residing dew on the tips
of the blades.

There were those mornings
that I went to te fields.
I whistled to summon the winds
but they did not respond.

On a hot summer morning,
the blades of grass were dry
and the earth cracked
under every stepI make.