who calls my name above the whispering windsong
and rustles yellow leaves near my window
while the weeping willow sways beneath a winter moon

mournful ghosts of forgotten dreams drift
unbeckoned through my mind spreading ashes
and taunting me with sprigs of thyme and heather

beyond my darkened window lies a blanket of new snow
upon the earth and in the arms of naked trees
like a virgin's robe with no hint of what's beneath

still sleep evades me and in its place a cast of shadows
dance a silent ritual across my bedroom wall
and my thoughts ramble down a thousand paths this sleepless night

gently swooping down on dark wings of fancy
the night wind eases through the trees asking,"whooooo?"
I wish I knew I wish I knew