Saturday, January 25, 2014

Strange What One Can Hear at Night...

Strange what one can hear at night
When there’s nothing playing
But wind on white

Strange what one can almost touch
As the wind reminds us
Of Time’s passing and such

Strange how the wind moaning slightly off-key
Stirs things like a
Long-forgotten memory

Strange what a little wind-song can do
Rising and falling
Between me and you

Strange what one can hear at night
When there's nothing but wind-song
And firelight 


1 comment:

Thank-you for stopping by my porch! I hope you were blessed by the visit! I welcome and appreciate, if thought you care to speak; the value and the input of compliment or critique