Night wind

The night wind, it

Pulls it tousles,

Drags at the trees that

Lay low to the ground.

Moans though the walls

Bones cast strewn

Upon the floor

Carrying stories, 

Whispers,

Omens perhaps.

I sit up and listen

Their scratchy pull, that

Ceaseless, gentle insistent

Drag upon memory

"There once was a time"

Yes it has become

Forgot, washed clean.

The night wind listens

Again, once again

Reminder of some

Other thing, some other

Time, other place.

And so the stars begin

Their evening dance, first

One then another

Until soon their

Blazing belt lights

The world up from

Fleeing clouds.

Swept clear of that

Which no longer

That which always

Has been lays

Writ clear above.

A power, of fire

Breather, life heaved

Brilliant bright light

Passion. Once more.

For the night wind

Blows things here

Just as it blows them

Away.