As autumn leaves were falling
My true love’s voice came calling
I heard her by the bay
Where we’d once gone to stay
As wild west wind was blowing
I had no way of knowing
This voice was just a dream
Not real, like rock or stream
As heart of mine was aching
My mind it was mistaking
The wind, for voice I knew
Of girl: my first love true
As sun so low was lying
And day was nearly dying
Down on this Cornish Coast
I heard my true love’s ghost
As moon rose o’er the ocean
Was pain and deep devotion
That conjured up the sound
Of girl, laid in the ground
As sea it ceased from roaring
And slept, like gulls, not cawing
That still small voice, she sighed
And in the darkness died.
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 9th, 2018 03:35
- Comment from author about the poem: For Lorraine, the girl with the still, small voice, who returned to me.
- Category: Love
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Comments3
That sounds a tough day Kevin.
Touching and emotionl thanks for sharing.
Great write
Many thanks Andrew. Much appreciated. 😉
So sad though well written the voices heard sometimes by those left in grief sound just like our deceased loved ones Kevin - I know from experience how hard it is to really let go. I too live on the coast of west Cornwall so know that the winds can wail in storms off the sea. Thanks for sharing this poignant and touching tribute to your true love Lorraine.
Thank you, Kay. Glad you liked my poor little rhymes. I appreciate your sympathy and kind comments. 😊
Very emotive write Kevin.
Thank you kindly, Goldfinch. Appreciate your kind comments and feedback.
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