Grave Wind

Grave wind

I walked where bones slept,

The wind carried names I could not speak,

Trees bent like mourners,

Their roots reaching for something lost.

A crow circled my heart,

It cawed in echoes of endings,

I felt the earth breathe,

And wondered if I belonged.

The graves hummed beneath my feet,

Shadows twined with my shoes,

A hand brushed the air,

And vanished before I could touch it.

I listened to the wind,

It sang for me alone,

The night carried its own grief,

And I walked with it.

A cold stone pressed against my chest,

The moon hid behind thin clouds,

The air carried whispers of decay,

And I felt the pulse of death.

The ground shifted beneath my steps,

The crow circled one last time,

It left me in the silence,

And I became a shadow too.