Wind Walking

In the night he can hear the winds walking when he sleeps.
He told his mom once that the winds walk through his room at night.
She told him that he was dreaming and to not worry.

In the night he can hear the winds walking when he sleeps.
He told his father once that the winds walk through his room at night.
His father told him to not be silly, that winds don't walk.

In the night he can hear the winds walking.
He stayed up one night, to make sure that it wasn't a dream,
Or a silly thought.
The night before was the last time he slept.

In the night he can hear the winds walking.
They come to his room and play over the walls and floor.
They make faces and ask him to come and join them in their games.
He won't.

He can hear the winds walking.
He hasn't slept in weeks.
Hasn't left his room.
He watches the winds walk across the floor, and play along the walls.

He can't hear the winds walking.
The thick soft walls keep them out.
The small could pills quiet them too.

He can't hear the winds walking anymore, not even at night.
They keep silent.
No longer playing along the floor or walls of his room.
He misses them.

He hears the winds walking again.
The small cold pills he stopped taking.
The winds are back in his room now,
To walk across the floor and play along the walls.

He still hears the winds walking.
He joins in the games when the winds go walking now.
But keeps silent of what they say and the games they play.
He doesn't want to take the cold little pills again.

He hears the winds walking.
In day and night.
Awake and asleep.
They no longer keep him awake.