Moon Night Wind

i heard the voice of a man i couldn’t see who spoke a language i couldn’t understand who dreams a dream of a life returned or free just a man nation-less with somewhere to be i found a mirror lost in a desert sand time falling from my hands i heard a man who dares to speak finger drawn words and dirty window seasons moon night wind in a poet’s words i heard in language free reasons to bleed reasons to believe i heard the voice of a man i could see whispering tree in a language a man could understand across a tree of life, growing in a deep sand. - w. jude aher