I hear a foghorn in the mist
Its throaty call, sandpaper kissed
Swaying branches shiver and shake
You’d think the sky was gonna’ break.
I love the sound of stormy skies
When lightning strikes and crackle flies
The weather comes, it goes astray
It spins about then skulks away !
I hear a sound, I think it’s rain
It pings against my window pane
Each droplet falling one by one
Like staccato echoes everyone
The drip, drip, dripping that I hear
Sounds like a trumpet on my ear
Crescendo rising to its peak
With no one there who dares to speak
The silence of the night is lost
There’s no one left to count the cost !
I hear the echoes from the street
Of hasty and retreating feet
Some voices carry on the breeze
And filter through the veil of trees.
Those sounds that do survive the night
Will disappear in morning’s light
The world awakes both old and young
When daybreak comes, the night time’s done !
I wonder if those words I hear
Whispered so softly in my ear
While I am half asleep in bed
And murmurs swirl around my head,
I find I’m caught within this spin
Of all the lines I must fill in.
Sometimes I cannot keep the pace
The words seem to get lost in space
And need a sort of safety net
To catch those thoughts I’ve not writ yet !
The sky o’erhead is overcast
It’s great expanse is far too vast
We’ve elements for any taste
And all that air a shame to waste
Compared to when we are aground
Where lush hills circle all around.
There is no sound so sweet to hear
As cheeky birdsong on the ear
I’d like to think that when they sing
The bells in heaven start to ring
The angels echo their reply
They light the stars in darkened sky !
My heart is wild, I know the tune
I hear the sound midnight or noon
It echoes sadly aft we start
Before life ends or lives must part !
I hear voices from the past now crying
Drowning my senses with their last sighing
Alas, for all about me are dying !
