The Wind Listens

Lahaina, HI – photo by gfs

Wasn’t it thunder woke the child
On a storm shaken night in the wood
After flashes of fear cast its shadows
Flashed on rain splattered windows
(Alone)

Voices call crying asking for answers
Turnings are hollow and filled with remorse
Footfalls seem strangely awakened before
All of the memories scuttled and falling
(Teardrops)

Reverberations remaining bring shivers to bone
Reflections of summer’s tides ebb to the sea
Reason recalling the shadows and light
Recanting the proof found written in clay
(Resounding)

Is there another place to call home
Not an hour or minute left to spare the remorse
Seasons return as a gift out of time
Borne on the voices heard by the wind
(Listen)