Blows The Wind

So blows the wind,
The cobwebs from my mind,
Awake, afresh at the turning of the tides,
It whistles through memory-forgotten streets,
To revive haunting laughter echos,
The old bones creak and rattle,
And rise with the breezes call,
It calls to the primal heartbeat,
The rythem of a long-forgotten dance,
The wind swirls the sound of the sea,
Icy tendrals against forced blood pumped,
A mock retalling of a story of life and death.

A soft click gentle sigh,

And it’s over.

Black Xanthus