Tonight the winds return,
Gusting and heaving.
This great dark night listening.

The wind bending and bowing,
Down hillsides moaning,
Rushing now under oak.

This was the night,
Your voice caressed the emptiness.

And the emptiness falls into you,
The Spanish jasmine howling,
Under fragrant, glistening, the moon.

The wind howling and calling,
A longing to return.

We walked hand in hand,
The starlit mysteries,
The black stone temple,
Become your sacred chamber.

That night nears,
When a heart died in your hands.

Tonight the winds return.