Dreams of wind fall neatly upon pillows
as shadows whisper in tongues now hollow...

Dear memories,
have you come to me...

The dark moves on a quiet night.
Every shadow holds a candle, bright...

What is it coming, dear?
What does it say...

When you stare in wait
As the rain falls away...

Who are you? Really, who are you?
How is it that I am bound to your presence...

There was a time when neighbours spoke,
with smiles and fun and laughs and jokes...

I know this place well by day,
but the waves speak a different tongue by night...

There once was a name on a leaf whose branch
grew further than the reach of the sun...

I picked it up from the ground as she jogged by;
it fell from the pocket of a hoodie tied around...

In a late night thunder storm,
I heard the wind kiss the rain...

Have you heard what they say?
“'Neath the old woman lay...