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Crystalline conversations with the stars
As winds chill my bones
Talking to the forgotten
Talking to myself
Only you would know or care
Who shares these whispered words
Secrets told to ghosts
Memory held in bond
A fire banked and ready
Feed the flame

The Winter Wind

The wind whispers willfully
Of ages long forgotten
Of princes and valor
Of passion and true love's kiss

The rapid wind tells today's torrenting tale
Of mercenaries and shame
Of sex, drugs and rock and roll

What will tomorrow's wind bring?
Will it sweep clean the plains?
Will it bring back the wonder?
I hope it brings the spring.