The wind stirred up memories of you this dark morning with the rustling of trees and other things that stood in its path.
They whispered tales of sadness at first, but then I could hear all the voices of many souls passed.
You all sang in harmony with the cardinal wind chimes that danced in the delight of the breezes.
Joy and heartbreak intertwined, as the stars peeked though the linen clouds, I felt your shivered touch against my face.
You are all here. You are not gone. Welcome home.
blaak sheep 