Unheard Games

Night of mighty winds
flying things you won't believe 
shouts of beings,
thousand leaves from a tree.
filled with sands scratching the soft skin,
red skin will be healed by rain.
I'm listening to a song that
reminds me of another such day
when i was little younger
A pal of thousand strokes that touched my face.
fly and dance along-ed.
beautiful rain and sky of light in my eyes. 
naive voice travelling with the mighty
and be the roar of might.
looking down to a loved place.
a little boy who grew old
he laughed and smiled,
lifted himself on his feet
spreading his wings like a bird
or like a dream.
Now rain soaks me with reality 
how love is a dream
and you're  just a space in time
that will be  buried in the ground.
wings will rot,
dreams will be washed away.
playing these unheard games,
 night of mighty wind and rain.