Singing Wind

I hear the wind singing an engaging melody, throughleaves bringing songs of hours to be. The day is soon night in the flight of the air, and sky will be in light all around again here. Then it becomes dark dreams become true, in a glow of its spark when dim comes through. It's a dreamy fantasy of something far and new, like a gusty symphony that plays for only you. I hear the wind singing its strings of full air, together verses bringing from winds everywhere. What is there in deep that makestones clear, and songs for me to keep of moments that I hear.