When there's nothing left to say--
What remains is silence
And through the silence, the wind is gathering up a storm
But like all storms, it will blow over land and sea
And return to stillness until she sings her next song
It's as if autumn has returned to visit the maiden of spring
In the depth of my heart, only blithsomeness doth she bring...
Not all folk are as fortunate as I, thus gratitude is given voice
Some sisters and brothers are sleeping rough, without a choice...
O, mover of the wind, pray, whisper words of solace to all in need
Leave not one wounded heart, alone, and left to bleed mournfully
Solitude writes soliloquies on the mortal side of the great divide
Until the fragility of this earthly vessel transitions to the other side...
O, winds of time, thank you for your brief visitation
All is still, but for the midnight rain bathing my weathered face
Whilst bowing unto the heart, the timeless sanctuary of Grace...