Is the sound of sorrow
limited, like a voice’s cry?
Or does the soul’s suspiration
heed no boundaries of space or time?
The winds of late have seemed
to hold a deeper tone;
More than just the capping of waves
along the rolling blue.
Was that your soft weeping I heard?
or were those salty drops the ocean’s own…
limited, like a voice’s cry?
Or does the soul’s suspiration
heed no boundaries of space or time?
The winds of late have seemed
to hold a deeper tone;
More than just the capping of waves
along the rolling blue.
Was that your soft weeping I heard?
or were those salty drops the ocean’s own…