Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Other Voices

in the twilight of night
I hear voices other voices
they rise noisily from the ocean

mine

lost in the rough seas
now I hear my name called
whispering words of desire

can it be

can it be his voice
among so many echos
that sound in the ocean

it is not the voice remembered
this speaks of sorrow and loss
but still it speaks to me

his voice was mellow
as is the one that calls to me
I feel his power in the waves

oh let it be,let it be

it leads me ever towards
a dark and stormy sea


sweet and low he calls

come to me my love,come

8 comments:

Raven's Wing Poetry said...

I can feel the siren's call in your words...and yet you've given us a male siren, of sorts. Very intriguing. This poem is powerful and drawing in, just like the voice in your ocean.

-Nicole

vivinfrance said...

I don't really understand, yet find this exciting, full of tension.

Jeanne said...

this reminds me of the feeling when you've lost someone and keep thinking you see them every where you go...only yours is expressed in a dream like vision with voices...and I'm still wondering was it his voice?

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Thank you RWP, I am glad you liked it.

Melanie

Cassiopeia Rises said...

VF, the call is from her dead lover. The other voices are also lost in the sea. happy you found it exciting.


Melanie

Cassiopeia Rises said...

I believe that she thought it was and that she could hear it above all the other lost voices in the sea.
Thanks for stopping by.


Melanie

Mike Patrick said...

Voices from the ocean call and caress. Are they talking to me?

Martin (starwatcher521) said...

This sounds exquisite and dear to me. I can not express what I feel.
Would you mind if I added this poem to my collection of favourites? With a link to you, naturally.