Saturday, 11 December 2010

Whispers On The Wind

I hear the whispers on the wind
The calling in the dark of night
I listen to what the voices say
Telling stories of lives faded away
They seem to vanish come day light
Once again taken away on the wind

It is the gathering of past souls
Of those that have gone long before
Who once lived in a life to tell
But then came darkness and they fell
Now taken to the distant shore
Leaving behind the living like past souls

I hear them speak to me and I weep
Wanting to be heard one final time
Contacting me as they say goodbye
Fading voices, as into Heaven they fly
Then I see their shadow moving as to mime
Soon they are gone and for them I weep


copyright Chris Smith 2010

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