April 10, 2015

In The Wind


From far off
at night,
I hear a faint voice
in the wind,
first soft,
then louder, again.
Like the wind itself,
it's a pleading sound,
right on the edge
of a vast unknown,
looking for rest
but finding none.
I wonder if anyone
ever hears me,
when I talk back
to eternity,
asking for something
I must have lost,
in the wind
blowing through
my mind.