Poem: Wind at Night

by Tristan

The sounds of the wind in the darkness drift
Carry whispered visions, long-dreamt myths
From where they've come, I do not know
From all the wide world, they've come to show
The forgotten joys and forgotten woes,
Memories of paths where the young boy goes
The unremembered trails to youth's proud feet
Though wise old man's yet still may meet
On some cool leaf-strewn autumn day.

And the trees, they reach to brush the star-flung night
To snatch a twinkling diamond from God's sight
And bring it down 'mong branches twist'd and gnarled
The guiding vision thus ensnarled
Will remember to us then its many watches kept
While hill and plain and city slept;
Over the lovers alone together in the night
Lit by a light that was not starlight
Blind to the world around them in decay.

The trees, they reach to brush the whispered darkness lore,
Catch hold of it, to dance, 'til neither is no more.
The wind at last gives a gentle nudge, and the diamond-star is free --
To sail and soar away up there, filled with a gentle glee,
While we down here alone must wait
For wings to grow at the will of fate.
At last the trees and wind their dance must end
With longing blessings the trees do send
The wind to travel, farther on its way.