The Return from Silence

I stay in the wind,
Dust-laden and moist-frozen.
I hear chants and curses,
For the ripples I made
In a half-forgotten neighbourhood.
I was or may still be;
Someone's utter soul,
Whom I flew with subtleness
In my last dramatic occasion.
I hear laughs, "He is gone!"
From the very modern mouths
Of creepy kiths and betrayers;
Happiness has ruined them.
Worry not, my beloved blood.
I have gathered courage!
My silence tunes with the wind.
And I'm coming soon;
Like the razing storm of the past.