Whispers to the Wind

Stone and sky hear my call tonight for the the path is long

and the memories b. Mother. I walk where your footsteps

fade through frostbitten dawn and the shadows they make. I carry your

room close to my chest A spark of your warmth

when the mountains tear so let the wind take my voice

to you across the peaks and the endless blue Let the trees

bend low Let the rivers mo. Carry my love. To the wind

beneath the stone. The world grows quiet when I speak your name yet the wild