Voice In The Wind Poem by David Lewis Paget

Voice In The Wind



I could hear her whispering under the trees
Whenever the breeze crept in through the pines,
And then when the Moon rose out of the sea
It soughed and it sifted out from the vines,
I'd stop and I'd listen, straining to hear
What the voice would sigh in the bright green sedge,
‘Ah me! ' it started, then faded away,
Went searching for dreams at the water's edge.

I'd follow it down through the rocks and pools
As the tide swept in, and over my feet,
Down where the crabs and the lobsters ruled
A ledge that was straddled by Neptune's seat.
The tremulous voice in the runnels there
Was inarticulate, ravaged with pain,
But the breakers crashed, and they drowned it out
When I called for the creature's name, in vain.

But back in the shack on that lonely shore
Where I'd fled to, after the accident,
And lying awake I could hear the roar
Of the crash, the train where the tracks were bent,
And Jill was alive in my mind, alight
As she'd whispered, just as we overturned:
‘I want you to know that I'm yours tonight,
Though the stars have fallen, the heavens burned! '

Each morning I'd stare at the plaster wall
But thinking of nothing, my mind a blank,
I wouldn't go anywhere else at all,
The funeral church had been dark and dank.
Her father had hated the sight of me,
The mother had blamed for her daughter's life,
They'd pushed us together, couldn't they see?
She hated them both and had paid the price!

My world is haunted by shades from the past
My future has limited time to play,
I hear a whisper arise from the sea
At the end of every gruelling day.
I hear the whisper and know it's Jill,
Her spirit is free in the fading light,
I know what she's saying, whispering still:
‘I want you to know that I'm yours tonight! '

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4 September 2012
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David Lewis Paget

David Lewis Paget

Nottingham, England/live in Australia
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