Where the Wind Knows My Name

I stepped on soil I’d never seen

But something in me slowed

The air felt thick with memory

Like it already knew my bones

The hills leaned in to hear my breath

The sky held back the rain

And every stone beneath my feet

Whispered out my name

No map could draw this line I feel

No voice had called me home

But something deep inside the earth

Said I was not alone

Where the wind knows my name

And the rivers speak it low

Where the ground beneath my feet

Feels like somewhere I’ve always known

I am not a stranger here

Though I’ve never stood this place

There’s a fire in the roots

That remembers every trace

Where the wind knows my name

I walked a path of worn-down stone

My steps fell into rhyme

Like echoes left by those before

Were keeping me in time

A doorway stood with weathered wood

It opened without sound

And something in the quiet there

Reached up from the ground

No photograph, no written line

Could tell me why I knew

But every breath I borrowed there

Felt older than the truth

Where the wind knows my name

And the rivers speak it low

Where the ground beneath my feet

Feels like somewhere I’ve always known

I am not a stranger here

Though I’ve never stood this place

There’s a fire in the roots

That remembers every trace

Where the wind knows my name

Call it blood or call it dream

Call it something I can’t see

But I felt it in my chest

Like it was calling back to me

I didn’t have to ask the way

I didn’t have to explain

The land just opened up its arms

And said, “You’ve come again”

Where the wind knows my name

And the rivers speak it low

Where the ground beneath my feet

Feels like somewhere I’ve always known

I am not a stranger here

Though I’ve never stood this place

There’s a fire in the roots

That remembers every trace

Where the wind knows my name