Gone with the wind

The blowing wind whispers in your ears
about a new place he discovered
a place far away with wonders unknown to us
and you already prepare your luggage
catching the first train and before i open my eyes
you are already gone.

I sit on my favourite armchair
holding a wet letter written by your hand
where you describe all the places you've seen
all the wonders you've discovered
and the beauty of this world
signing with your love.

On a station i am standing
waiting for the next train
the one that will bring you back to me
in my caring arms, your home.

But you are gone with the wind
and he is tricky and wild
talking and talking
every time for new places he have seen
and you are never back
leaded by your desire.

Another letter under my pillow
all wet with my tears and signed with your love
as you are forever gone with the wind.