Tempests that howl over chimneypots
No words whispering Mary
Not a single name not a single verse in rhyme
That traffic light didn't turn blue
The wind didn't say anything at all this time.
Another time, another age, the wind
Played with us but now its through
Now there is nothing left to murmur
The wind doesn't whisper Mary
The urban lights twinkle and glow
Wet dark streets decay and buildings grow
Bombs splatter and fields decay
But that for most of us is far, far away.
The wind doesn't whisper Mary
But its true, we are still staggering along
The road is long, the wind is strong
But doesn't whisper the words of that song
And the wind doesn't cry out
Mary
Absolutely adore this piece, Rani. Love the 'nod' to Jimi Hendrix too!
Hey, maybe it doesn't but on we go and some of us have the wind behind us. Great imagery. Ez.
That was tremendous Rani you could have sung it to me more than ten if I could Chris x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is a beautiful poem, love this piece.10+