Warren Atherton Poems
On Wuthering Heights
'Tireless sleep, I hear her weep
Across dark plains in her lonesome keep.
So far away her soul in dismay
Where echoing moans keep Cathy at bay.'
I'll fly like the breeze across all the seas,
Endlessly on, for her heart to appease.
A sad moon shines across the windy moor,
On to her rescue, break open deaths' door.
There we'll entwine, one essence refine.
One pure light mere words can't define,
And harrowing nights with their fiendish sights,
Will reap the wild wind on Wuthering Heights.
A House On A Hill
She sits all alone in her own little house
In a world where no people can see,
And her mind is a place where a myriad dreams
Bring a life to one old, such as she.
There, she can dance and sing of her love
And imagine the days she was fair,
Where none can intrude on her own painful thoughts
Of her life, and to what brought her there.