Wind in Dark

There are no words
In it, just sound.
You want to say
It’s like a voice,

But all the songs
And calls of life
Tell you it’s not.
It’s like a sea.

It’s like a road.
It’s like a coast—
Not what it holds,
But how it pulls.

It blew all night,
And what blew through
Lost souls of voice.
Death’s on the move.