The Wind

Forever is the word of
misunderstanding never to be fully
matched,
never to be seen or judged upon
as life goes.
Weather is the only true tell-tale
sign to the coming of tomorrow.
The light and the darkness are the
lonely man's watch.
The earth is a child's only toy,
so graciously taken and fondled, but
look at it now;
for the methods and rituals of life
have forgotten the simplicity,
the curiosity.
The final closing of the eyes of an
intruding onlooker in disgust-
We have been left alone.
Shadow.
I wish not for the comparison of
this to them.
No one can see them,
yet they watch, the eyes that no
one sees, but are so sure they are
there.
Keep walking and going on, but
listen.
One day the wind might speak.