A Song for Ina

Moon walks in oblivion
Stars fall in your palm
Hear the nightwind
Whisper a psalm.
You are a breeze of South.
A gust in the north.
The nightwind sings.
The nightwind hums.
Hear its song
The city lights' sound
Hear its hum,
The twinkling diamond's facade.
Close your eyes and really see.
Hide your ears and really hear.
I am the nightwind.
You are the song.

"A SONG FOR INA" ~Mikko Dionisio