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:
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
I don't really understand, yet find this exciting, full of tension.
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?
Thank you RWP, I am glad you liked it.
Melanie
VF, the call is from her dead lover. The other voices are also lost in the sea. happy you found it exciting.
Melanie
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
Voices from the ocean call and caress. Are they talking to me?
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.
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