The Wind On The Sky

I was asked to describe love:
I tried, pretending of being a poet,
But I don't know when it's born or dies.
For me, love is like wind on the sky.

An intoxicating aroma,
Sweetness that consoles.
I see foals without darns,
Sweet exotic fruit to taste.

Love is all, fraught road and destination.
The music and the scent of life.
But love is dark too,
Echoes in the moon light.

The autumn colors of the leaves,
Skies full of clouds.
A punch in the stomach,
Reflections on the next day.

Love is blood, sweat and bruises,
Mark the skin with your fingers.
For me, love is like the wind on the sky,
Unpredictable.