…or the time

The wind in mournful cadence moans
and consumes all other sounds
thunder rumbles gently
the sound reaches me, but my mind is elsewhere
my thoughts are so loud
a storm of memories and visions
my soul calls to me from some uncertain place
it has a sound of quiet peace
sweeping me away like a river after a dream
that has gone tumbling across the midnight sky
down many roads I have gone
and so many things got in the way
yet no matter the season, or the time
just as the leaves have chosen their mates in flight
no matter how far I go
I will always, return to you
©Ann Bagnall