The wind carries whispers
from tongues that vanished
long before words
had scent or meaning.
In shadows they dance,
eternal travelers
of a story untold
in daylight's embrace.
Rejoice in their glyphs,
for they are your steps
through the sighs
of a slumbering universe.
By candle's flicker, old men say,
these glyphs chart the path
to dreams we dare not see
while awake.
Your hands, guided by night,
trace the hyphens of the wind,
uncovering tales of flight
and solitude.