I Heard You A Song Poem by Elna Nel

through winter's north wind
when deep anguish take
and nauseating pictures
fold you in double wake
noises from the past
voices that don't last
keep you in a crimson
unforgiving bubble

when hope is smashed in betrayal
and justice is red
in batons buried
one man's lonely song
still belongs to Me

are you listening

a double moon is burning
through nights in prison break
strained twisted shifting
overrun in hunt
a journey in dreams
from the east in screams

see your face in Mine
I am your Father's Son
gentle and durable
cotton soft and strong
reds and whites in night's
guitar's lonely
but lovely song