A Song In The Wind

Just as we walk through
The sands of time,
Children of the moon
Dance in the milky sky.
They tap their feet
Against the angry wind,
And a hush comes over
The weeping Earth
From birds who sit listlessly
In a thirsty sycamore tree
Waiting for a message
From those who shiver
From beyond their graves,
Singing songs of enlightenment
To stroke the hearts of the loved ones
They left behind.