Sonnet: "I heard my name when wind rushed through the air"

I heard my name when wind rushed through the air

And brought within it summer’s breath of life

That charged the earth and made the meadows fair

And cut through sorrow like a whetted knife.

The sweetness felt was more than I could know,

Though something stirred much greater than the wind.

As if some boundless streams began to flow,

The joy that came could not be held within.

The kestrel hovered, dappled larks sang clear,

The flowers woven as the meadow’s cloak -

My name I heard, as whispered close and near,

And thus, my love’s late memory was evoked.

Who knew that joy could bring a searing ache,

To know a thirst no river, stream, could slake?