Reclining on a sandstone wall (A love poem of a happy man)

Wind whispers into my heart
words of love, as I lay easy
on a warm, warm sandstone

No one loves me more than him
and no one do I cherish more,
for he holds but never smothers

The moment is truly primaeval
as he snatches me away
so the me is gone and love it comes

for the Wind, who is everything