At night you will hear
loud knock: evil sneer.
Lean to wall – you will weep
Now you cannot sleep.
Crying rain waters to
sleeping town. So blue!
Autumnal dismal song
Singer-wind is never wrong
Master of clouds is trying to remind how it's serious:
To lose and to find
Your disappointment is stronger that your sense
Fly with the whirlwind – its pomp decadence.
At night you will see dreadful dream about the calm.
You will hate nights & sleep, scared heart beats the alarm
Understand: now you can’t listen to voice of the sky
Knock subsides, weeping lasts. Trust in wind, stop to cry