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 

J~