Passers-by

The subtle comfort of the winter sun,
On this frigid skin.
It's a brief gain,
It's a fleeting regard,
Awaiting nightfall... whilst it withdraws its favour.

The fervent wind,
Again
Blows in my path
Its enchantment
Its enigma
Awaiting the solitude...whilst it withdraws its pursuit.

I embrace the sun,
I salute the wind.
Even if for a while,
Kind to me were they..
I walk along. Resolutely.
Awaiting the realisation..whilst I withdraw my delusions.