When the Wind Returns

a soft strong voice called me,
a voice i'd heard before
but couldnt quite remember...

and my spirit rose from my body,
and left through the bedroom window
without looking back...

there is a space beyond the stars
in the darkest sky... a place
beyond the mind's understanding...

when light returns to darkness
and is reborn.... in tiny particles
of dust that gather and are formed....

a song that has no human words...
but is known and knowing... and
can only be played by human hands...

i do not know... dont have to!
but i know beyond knowing...
and have drank water from that brook...

when the wind returns, so will i...
i need no name, no familiar face...
you'll know i'm there when you breathe!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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