Silent night kissed away the deaths As ashes divided themselves in battle Blowing into shapes of ghosts. Toiling, the bystanders and lovers came To look for those they’d lost. No sun rose as earth buried in dust, Which was once sweet baby breath Growing on free rolling open hillside. The roar of voices resounded Like children who do not know And grasped the safe things they could hold. Those who thought they knew suffered most For their eyes refused to see Beyond the sullen ocean current Beyond the passionate blood engaged. And the shape-shifters beckoned fools Lustfully hoarding thin air for themselves; Coming back as do marauders to Feast on nothingness again. It took days of searching pockets to find it hiding there But when it broke it sent a voice to fill up hollow soul. A passer-byers thunderous song A whisper in the gale.