Voices in the Wind

I wonder, and by wondering set free 
My puzzled mind from its ensnaring maze, 
Are you, brave lark I hear but cannot see, 
Some long-gone friend who tries to talk to me.... 
Long-gone companion of my boyhood days? 
\To draw attention to his presence there 
It may be that as summer zephyrs design 
To send forth quiet balmy the gusts of air,
His muted sighs and supplications stir 
Minute tornados in a dusty lane. 
\And can it be that those who grieve and mourn 
The passing of a loved one young and dear, 
Can sense within the wimpling of a burn 
Sensations that I feel... and often return: 
That voices span the void between There and Here? 
\It may be that, communing thus with me,
Through Nature's voices' never-ending flow 
He ventures not to solve Death's mysteries, 
But only tries to put my mind at ease 
With promises of brighter realms... who knows.