Alan .S. Jeeves

A Far Away Voice

 

I heard a voice crying

A voice from away

The sounds ~ there from ~ trying

To abscond and stray.

A turbulent mayhem

\'bove ocean and land

Till a messenger brought them

O\'er here to my hand

 

I heard a voice weeping

So young and alone

A secret, so keeping,

The message had blown;

Through the dark of the night,

Midst the thunder and rain,

With the storm at its height...

I listened again.

 

I listened to sadness,

I know the sound well;

I knew (through the madness)

The noises would tell,

Of a darkness, a shroud,

A blanket of red;

An Atlantic of cloud ~

Crashing waves overhead.

 

I called out and waited,

For teared eyes to dry;

The weeping abated

And anguish passed by.

Now ardent rejoices

(Uplifting my heart)

Winged from the voices

A sea-width apart.

 

             ASJ