Wind of Memory

The wind begins to sew the memory
upon the suitcase abandoned at the border
between the present that holds its breath
and the dream that whispers through its seams.
Every thread tells of a road untraveled,
every handle reflects a weary star;
the fabric remains witness to journeys never ended,
while the dust keeps vanished days.
At dawn, the frontier seems to dissolve itself,
the suitcase comes alive, weighted with promises and wind,
and memory, dressed, fastens around time,
ready to depart, without haste, toward a breathing tomorrow.