Voices

No one knows where the wind comes from

But we see can it in the trees

There's nothing there we can touch or hold 

But we can feel its gentle breeze

The wind is made of voices

Just whispers in the night

From those who've long since passed away

Reaching, for the light

It sometimes comes in a sweet caress

From lovers who have died

A gentle kiss upon our cheeks

From a husband or a bride

A melancholy wind will sometimes blow

A whisper of the past

From broken hearts who've died alone

A love that didn't last

We sometimes feel that angry wind

A lost and tortured soul

Cursed to shout in a whispered voice

That time cannot console

So when you feel that warm spring breeze

Listen close and you will hear

The wind is made of whispering souls

From voices, no longer here

Reviews

[K-mo]

this is a great poem! It is uplifting and yet somehow dark all in one, all in all wonderful!

[Januel]

Honestly I have a hard time finding poems on here that are worth reading. This is wonderful, it reminds me of the style of poetry I write as well. Its beautiful and your rhymes work very well.