West Wind

   Love begins with a breeze moving across your skin. After awhile, that breeze turns into a powerful wind. There have been poetic odes to the wind (Shelley) and musical serenades with woodwinds (Mendelssohn Overture)  and each of these recalls the beautiful, elemental force of love.  
   Read this poem by Mary Oliver called West Wind 2. The west wind is a favorable wind that blows from the west in an eastward direction. The poem is therefore symbolic of good things to come when one is surrounded by the wind of love. When you hear the sound of the wind, that unmistakable pounding of your heart beating, run or row toward it.

  West Wind #2 – Mary Oliver

You are young. So you know everything. You leap
into the boat and begin rowing. But listen to me.
Without fanfare, without embarrassment, without
any doubt, I talk directly to your soul. Listen to me.
Lift the oars from the water, let your arms rest, and
your heart, and heart’s little intelligence, and listen to
me. There is life without love. It is not worth a bent
penny, or a scuffed shoe. It is not worth the body of a
dead dog nine days unburied. When you hear, a mile
away and still out of sight, the churn of the water
as it begins to swirl and roil, fretting around the
sharp rocks—when you hear that unmistakable
pounding—when you feel the mist on your mouth
and sense ahead the embattlement, the long falls
plunging and steaming—then row, row for your life
toward it.

A beautiful reading of this poem by Roger Housden can also be found in this interview  and an excerpt from his book Ten Poems To Open Your Heart.

  The composer and singer Sting has also written about the memory of the wind passsing through his lover's hair being like the force of wind passing through the fields of barley. The image of the wind is therefore one of renewal and memory.
    Sting: Fields of Gold