Whisper in the Wind

I didn't feel you there

'til you caressed my hair

You stirred up on the breeze

these dry and crumpled leaves

Whisked them up in play

And lofted them away

I didn't see your form

til you purged the sky of storm

...a movement in the wind

that caused the dark to end

And after you breezed past

You left your print upon the grass

I didn't hear Your voice

above my heart's own noise

'til your lamenting moan

matched up to my own,

...in the rattle of my pane

Until the morning came

And then I knew You'd been

that whisper in the wind