Did the soft morning breeze that swept

through the cornfields

And rustled the leaves of the trees in your

garden

Carry my name to you?

Did the hot winds that turned restlessly this

late summer

And warmed the gushing waters of the river in

your valley

Carry my name to you?

When the mist slowly rose across the mountain

side on gossamer wings

I had walked with you, I remember

So, did the summer breeze call out my name to

you?

Did it tell you that I long to see you once

again?

Reflections in the Mirror of Time by Anita Limbu