Whispered In the Wind

The wind whispered to me a secret I could not share, I carried it around hidden in my memories, time moved on and the secret distorted in content, I wondered often if it was real or imagined. I sat on a mountain not at its peak for I was weary, the wind blew from the North chilling these old bones, I saw the golden eagle as she sought her prey, and i recalled with clarity those secret words. Once the wind whispered to me a secret I could not share, I carried it around hidden deep in my heart and mind, time grows short and I know God seeks me to depart, the gates of heaven lay open and with me my secret.