Voices in the wind

Sitting alone looking out into the darkness I can't see the ocean but I can hear the waves Braking on the rocks The wind catches my breath and the cold rain Is stinging my face but I'm in my happy place. I imagine that the howling of the wind are ghost That are tormented by death and are trying to Send a message. Sometimes I think they are calling to me and I must fight with everything I have not to go With them. My imagination runs out of control is that my Mother or my brother standing just out of reach Do I race towards their voices or walk in the Opposite direction leaving the wind to call in To the blackness of the night. The storm in my head will never subside And the voices will always be on the wind But I am not ready to go into the darkness and Be part of the storm that calls For your soul.