Wind Words

(A Lilibonelle)

I strain my ears to hear wind words.
Off in the distance Midnight tolls.
An echo carried on the wind
To lock our hearts and free our souls.

Off in the distance Midnight tolls.
Yet no clock tower lies in view.
Time is up for me I see
Too many ticks and tocks too few.

An echo carried on the wind,
It is a whisper through bare trees.
"Hurry child, tarry no more,"
Time is crying. I will appease.

To lock our heart and free our souls,
I see no gold and red winged birds.
My feet stay frozen to the ground,
I strain my ears to hear wind words.