Voices Inherit The Wind

The lingering shadows of those who are gone from our grasp bring comfort to those who had to say behind. Their voices inherit the wind on cold and lonely nights. Their voices can be heard telling us everything is all right when the shadows of loneliness fall across our sight. Our weeping call to come back is answered in the wind and the shaking branches touched by a breeze. Candles were lit to show us the way when the clouds of darkness surround and the voices inheriting the wind compound. We walk with eyes blinded into an eternal light to be consumed within. No one knows our boundaries when angels take flight and we only go when we are ready to face the eternal night. Those we left have no fear we maybe gone, but we are still here. Our voices inherit the wind on dark blustery nights. We are those fleeting shadows you catch from the corner of your eye. We seek not to alarm you, just to guide you along, we are your past nudging you into the future where you belong. 28 March 2010