Echoes of Souls

Listen to the wind

whispers in the leaves

all around are signs

in the Earth ~ in the trees

Playing in the clouds

shadows passing by

forgotten long ago

glimpses with an eye

Searching for the lost

those never to be found

departed in their grief

their song a haunting sound

Eternities of drifting

upon our corporeal plain

their hunger to move on

will always be in vain

Now your mind is open

tuned in to their cries

you can hear them calling

so lonely in the night

Please never forget

this secret which you hold
you are now a guardian

for the echoes of souls

Poetryman

Copyright © 2011 by Mike Sutcliffe

The Passing of Ages

Weariness creeps, like vines round an ancient oak

with an ever tightening grip

not suffocating, yet gently reminding ~ it is time

The passing of ages, as the sun begins its last journey

descending, into the shadows

to sleep with legends past

When darkness falls, peace ebbs through the soul

old lights fade, becoming memories

entombed, in their own eternal mausoleum

Poetryman

Copyright © 2011 by Mike Sutcliffe