Midnight wind outside my window
Blowing through the trees with its mournful sound
Carrying with it memories of the people I’ve known
And the past
Such a lonely sound and beautiful at the same time
Marking the time that has past and the seasons
In the depths of my mind
The eternal sound of Cosmos
Of ages that sweep forever from my dreams
To the far future beyond my death into eternity
The rustle of leaves outside
Like the moments slipping by in my life
Leaving me a future vision of my weathered gravestone
Beneath an oak tree in the moonlight of Winter
Haunting wind passing
A song that sweeps by in sadness and mystery
Outside this bedroom where I lay
Like a visiting old friend
Keeping me company, and then slipping away back through the trees
to far distances as I drift back to sleep.
