A Silent Song

I hear a silent song
upon the winds
humming soft and sweet
in rhythms it repeats
its haunting melody

while stars shine
in essence divine
amid the deep, dark blue
of nighttime skies

and I'm left to wonder why
I am alone
or what it means
to find the home of heart

when cyclic softness
starts to intercede
and I remember what it means
to move in cycles
nature's rhythm
accepting every given season

slowing as a chill arises
in days of springtime growth
remembering the butterflies
that float and flit
on warm winds that precede the fall

and I wonder if it all
is part of some great scheme
so I settle, sleep and dream
of what the dawn might bring


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