Wind's Dark Poem

Voice of wind The air in the branches Sounded like words Whispering a spell on me Until I heard Now I see shapes in the low light The earth quakes in the twilight I see flames in my calm life I hear the wind's dark poem: (wind speaks:) You can see from above, the rocks sticking out of The yard behind the house make stone constellations Half-buried in the dusk, the unformed stories Coming to life while I sleep The breath moves branches saying words that I don't know, a new poem A song I sang in a dream The lights of town faint Something is exhaling in the sound of traffic, far away Something's happening Wind's dark poem describes Calligraphy of branches writes Stone constellation alive The house is built on a boulder Soil returns to the wind Bones will blow in pink light The distant sound is saying my name The wind is taking pieces Wind's Dark Poem is about the constantly roaring decay The destruction of every day And every morning's waking But even as spring is bringing Blossoms back among leaves The cold wind blows when night falls And the bare branches bend