Voice In The Pines Poem by Barry Middleton

there's a voice in the pines
that keeps spinning out rhymes
and the melodies lost long ago

and I hear it so well
and yet no one can tell
as I smile in the dim afterglow

now the echoes grow faint
still I have no complaint
so I heed to the rhythm and rhyme

then I write a new song
won't you please sing along
till the metronome stops keeping time

there's a voice in the trees
on a lyrical breeze
but the night closes in like a spell

and as I fall asleep
where the rhythm runs deep
then the muse is the toll of a bell