Wind's Song

Ah,

I am the whistler,

I’m the wispy keeper, the ancient hymn.

I whistle morning.

I whistle night.

Do

You hear the whistler?

Do you feel a fear you are blind to see?

I whistle morning.

I whistle night.

Sometimes when I sing, they think the song is love,

But in these shrouds I hide the icy tears of blood.

Ah,

I am the whistler

Marching through the brown leaves playing dirge tunes.

I whistle mourning.

I whistle night.

I whistle happily a sad song.