The Night Wind Calling
There are times
very late at night
when I awaken
to see them
crossing a moon so bright
so high above me
riding the soft figure
of a restless cloud
like birds or angels
lost to history
and crying aloud.
Words weeping
words lost
and sleeping.
A whispering upon the wind.
Caliber
12-24-03cy
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