All is Called to Wind

I love how storms dispel 
fluttering flags ripped from the swell 
No talking now as plans are undone, 
disperse what must, seek to unravel. 

Still, as I’m here snug and warm 
Take me on a tall tale of wind,  
Swirl and scatter walls come down and then 
We hear the call. 

The creaking of bone,  
the cracking of timber, 
the crash of waves, 
a swirl of sky, 
the pebbled shore, 
a murmur aloud, 
A secret unknown,  
Ruin here for all. 

That keep that harnesses stone, 
A stand skeletal whistles through bone, 
By ross or headland, 
by decree by tome and testament, 
All is called to wind.