The winds carried tales;
Of secrets and scars
They howled and whistled;
To lands lying far
They spoke; they sang
Though in riddles words lay
Words we owned;
But never could we say
Deep in wounded hearts;
Stories hid throbbing in fear...
Of the damage could they incur;
If let out like a frightful tear
Thus, whisper we do;
To the dazing wind that passes by
Oblivious that our listener;
Carries our truths through the starry sky.
