The wind blows here, near the sea

    mostly mild and warm

           but sometimes fierce

It becomes real dark but rarely a storm

 

I catch scents

     off my balcony

         which whisper secrets to my yearning ears

 

I don't trust much, enough with tears

But here,

       I smell safety, protection and laughter both

 

Locked up joy and I seem to be holding the key

                                                        but privately

                                                           there is no shame in there

 

There is danger, too,

                      but I stand tall for what's fair

 

Good being high up invisible now I see

                                     I smell why

                                             suddenly

 how the wind must sigh