The night wind
carries voices
it whispers them
into the darkness.
They are not clear
or distinct.
The skeleton trees
filter their clarity
in the winter air.
But I can hear them
I must walk in the wind
for your voice is in there.
I know I can feel it
inside this storm.
I must walk into the
petrified forest now ravaged
by the bitter winds of winter.
For in all this desolation
I can feel the warmth
of your whispers.
just a single note
of your voice
will rage. inside
my broken heart
like a furnace.
and I shall survive
another night
without you.