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The Night Wind

The night wind’s lonely cry

Echoes through the dark trees,

Searching, beckoning

Calling to me.

I answer its cry

With a wishful sigh,

Wondering what it would feel like

To touch the sky.

Softly, the wind of the night

Caresses my face,

Surprising me with

Its gentleness and grace.

Soon, it has blown

A strand of my hair free,

Tossing it,

Teasing me.

My dreams give me wings

Soon I am flying high,

Carried by the night wind

Into the dark black sky,

I ride the night wind

Through the endless night,

My soul warmed

By flickering starlight.

Poem copyrighted © 2004 by Lydia Warner Miller

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