WHISPERS THROUGH THE WIND

WHISPERS THROUGH THE WIND

The night was darkly quiet as I hurried home,
the only sound the whispers, I was not alone!
Through time and space, the voices I heard
were echoes of lost souls having the last word.

My courage quickly left me and I felt the chill
of unseen hands reaching out, leaving me no will.
I never saw the shadows, I only heard the pain
in voices carried by the wind, the whispers remain.

The whispers faded as I neared my cottage door,
yet I will remember them, I know, forever more.
The warmth of the hearth beckoned me to stay,
so safe and secure, as the night turned to day.

Outside the wind subsided, once more they rest
and I just go on living, trying to do my very best
to understand the whispers through the wind heard,
those echoes of lost souls having the last word.

Countrymom
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10/5/06