Monday, 21 May 2012

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

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

Copyright © 2011 by Mike Sutcliffe